Legal Massacre Of Nature

• Matthew Hood, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2008

Wind swishes through its branches,
Like the countryside’s waves.
Gushing through the leaves,
With no end for days and days.
What’s that? A noise, that doesn’t sound right,
Followed by a crashing sound all through the night.
Creatures scurry, creature run, to their homes and burrow,
Not knowing that what they’ll find tomorrow,
Will only be pity, pain and sorrow.
All around me, little pine tree’s sprout,
Why they took away beauty,
Is what I try to find out?