Wasted, Used, Incomplete...

• Bethany O'Connor, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

Swaying in the wind by the breeze,
Chopped down amongst many other trees,
Thrown into trucks, vans or thrown away,
compressed into paper slipped in a tray
The families of bees and butterflies,
no longer can live for I have died.
Drained of colour into plain old white,
wrapped in a package with no more hope of light.
Shoved into printers and junk drawers,
even school books and grocery stores.
Scribbled on and scrunched up into a ball,
I get thrown around and not cared for when I fall.
From trees to paper, no one even cares,
just promise me once that you'll help repair.
All the damage that every human has done,
without even knowing they've twiddled a thumb.
Just spread the message. One by one...