Stop killing my trees that sway in the breeze <br />For they shelter my birds and my bees. <br />For they give fruit and shade rubber and marmalade <br />Oh stop killing my trees if you please! <br /> <br />When I made my first tree, t’was not only for me, <br />But, for all mankind who on earth are born, <br />For the children at play every morning each day, <br />I made them too for all those still unborn. <br /> <br />When I fashioned each leaf, t’wasn’t easy nor brief. <br />But, I crafted each root and each vein <br />Your heart knew each tree was a present from me <br />When you killed them, It was I who was in pain. <br /> <br />From your birth to your death, as you live as you breath, <br />From your cradle to your earthly barrow <br />From your shelter against the heat to the shoes on your feet. <br />Start caring or the earth will be in sorrow.<br /><br />Winston Soldevilla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memo-to-man/
