The Green Trees

Green is the color of the trees,

That cover the mountains,

The source of water in the springs,

Of rivers and wells. . .

That was a long time ago.

Green is the color of the trees,

That gives shade in the parks.

Trees that lined-up along the side streets,

Keeping the countryside cool…

That was a long time ago.

Green is the color of the trees,

That bear flowers and fruits.

Trees with its roots and leaves,

That cures the sick…

Where are those trees?

The green trees, now color brown,

Piling-up in the lumber yards, or

Drenched in the rivers by loggers.

Who care only for their pockets…

I still see the trees… or logs?

The mountains are no longer green,

Where are the trees now?

The water in the spring, I taste it.

Not from the trees, but in a bottle…

For trees were no longer there.