The urban loggers have returned,
trees are victims again,
paving the way for The Duke,
an elevated highway in the works.
This price for development,
trees felled and uprooted,
so dreaded these chain-saws
in no time the massacre ends.
No shade from the sun
the heat mercilessly felt
barren, dusty, dry and hot
even the wind is still.
Lorries cart away the dead trees,
in their place concrete pillars sprout.
A landscape changed by progress.
A canvas where green is diminished.
Have you seen trees on an elevated highway?
Maybe someone out there in this big globe has.
But I don’t think so.
There are no trees on elevated highways.
By C.E. Pereira
(Note: Hope you will read this too – “The killing of trees“)