The United Nation of Trees
held their annual Falling Leaves Conference.
I was invited as a silent witness
and a loudly investigating reporter,
recorder of curious water-bearing and leaking history.
Our sacred water is now bought and sold
in mostly plastic bottles
manufactured by oil-fueled degenerators.
Our roots are robbed
of shrinking water tables,
underground rivers plundered and fracked
in vain genocide
against future EarthLife.
Our fading and shriveling leaves,
cannot keep up with clean-air projections
for future EarthTribe health care.
Be it resolved
This United Integrity of Trees
shed our last leaves
to heal our soul,
longing for future healthy soil regenerations.
And so it was,
this united ballad of Trees
hosted our final Falling Leaves Conference
for a thirsty while,
hoping future AnthroSapiens
might learn to hear
this deadly fallen silence.