giant Redwoods have taken root for thousands of years.
Tree sitters swing on ropes from tree to tree
as the wood cutters chop away.
Sounds of chain saws echo through the canopy.
Thousand years of ancient growth destroyed in one day
resulting in mud slides, floods, annihilation of habitat
for all the creatures of the woods.
Clear cuts where the forest once preserved
the balance of nature is now a barren land
of pesticides poisoning and diesel fuels.
Tree Sitters
confront loggers in non-violent
ways.
The police come in using
pepper stray, chemical
weapons
forcefully put in the
eyes of the tree lovers
of the world.
Luna, the tree Julia
Butterfly sat in for
two years
still survives with a
cut in its hearts from
when
someone with a chain saw
who wanted to
cut down the symbol of
peaceful resistance
against a deaf, dumb,
and blind lumber corporation
who could not see the
beauty, importance, sounds,
smells, the creatures,
the ecosystem of the ancient
forest.
Woodcutters are caught
in an unsustainable industry
of short-term
gain, producing wooden
shingles for houses as
the urban sprawl
clear cuts more areas
to build parking lots
for shopping malls.
We all lose when trees
chopped down crash to
the Earth.
Tree Sitter, Gypsy, lost
his life when a struggle
with tree cutters caused
his murder when
a tree which he was protecting
crashed on him.
We have lost the ancient
ways in a society based
on individual greed,
trapped in a system causing
extinction not only for
the creatures
of the forest, but to
ourselves.
Will we find a way to
build the sustainable
world of love and peace
where natural resources
are the common wealth
of all humanity,
a vision of living within
our local means assures
a future where children
play lifetime after lifetime
growing wise and old among
the sacred groves?
Take a breath, in your
cities, take a breath
and breathe in fossil
fuels.
It is death you are breathing
as the lungs of the world
are chopped down.
Deforestation creates
global warming.
Rising ocean temperatures
kill coral reefs.
If only I could telepathically
transfer this vision of
living in a world constructing
renewable arcologies to
you,
we could save our species
with this vision of being
lovers
in the ancient forest
consummating our love
among the tallest trees.
For thousands of year,
they've witnessed the
union of yin and yang
and will not forget our
divine bliss unless the
great trees
are chopped down by the
killers of humanity.
