Speaking of Trees

Speaking of trees, there were oak leaves,
Drowning in noise on the last day, 
On the day that the forest surrendered to oceans of tar.

Speaking of trees there were pine cones, 
Crawling through sludge on the last day, 
On the the day that the forest surrendered to temples of steel.

Speaking of trees there were elm roots,
Clinging to home on the last day,
On the day that the forest surrendered as orphan to earth.

Speaking of trees there was gum bark,
Peeling in fire on the last day,
On the day that the forest surrendered to vacuums of flame

Speaking of trees there were saplings,
Cowering down on the last day,
On the day that the forest protected its last hope to heal.