it was always a race to get to the top
growing tall and having no time to stop
a race for the light to catch the sun
some fell sadly, the race was not won
telegraph poles and garden gates
this is what became for many, their fate
cut down in their prime and taken away
from forests and friends to their dismay
do trees shed tears when treated this way
sadly for them they have no say
so treat trees carefully whenever you can
if they die replace them its all part of the plan ..................
a poem by Bev - thank you !