Perhaps the trees could chop us down
And make us into paper then
They could print stories on us
Write about all the bad things trees
Do to humans and why the trees
Should stop
I don’t think that would happen though
Even if they could
I’m sure trees
Are not that stupid
It’s not that
It’s something else
You said
Something else among how many other
Somethings else
Or should that be
Something else’s
That’s my point
You said
Mother Nature was a celebrity
With her own live TV show
She showed us when we should plant our plants
And when we should seed sow
And when to do all the gardeny things
Only Mother Nature could know
Mother Nature was a celebrity
With a bestselling gardening guide
About how to organically garden
With an absence of pesticide
And how to care for the greenhouse grown
And those best grown outside
Mother Nature was a celebrity
Until they cancelled her TV show
They said she may grasp nature but
Humanity she didn’t know
People had stopped watching
They’d thrown away her guide
How dare she say on live TV
That humans are herbicide
Lawn weeds were his enemy
He loathed each buttercup
He spent his life uprooting daisies
Now he pushes them up
I hope the cloud
That stores my data
Doesn’t decide to rain
Although it has been dry
For quite a while
I don’t suppose
A shower of poetry
Will do the ground any good
They are
After all
Just words
What use are they
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