The trees are falling in the forest - blight,
as humans clear away the ancient sites.
Make way for Progress, all wild and beauteous beasts.
When money rules, no living thing has rights.
as humans clear away the ancient sites.
Make way for Progress, all wild and beauteous beasts.
When money rules, no living thing has rights.
As humans clear away the ancient sites,
we sing to the trees, our sadness at their plight.
When money rules, no living thing has rights.
A dirge we sing, in humankind’s dark night.
we sing to the trees, our sadness at their plight.
When money rules, no living thing has rights.
A dirge we sing, in humankind’s dark night.
Sing to the trees, our sadness at their plight,
a lullaby to ease their pain and fright.
A dirge we sing, in humankind’s dark night,
a hymn of hope, that we will see the light.
a lullaby to ease their pain and fright.
A dirge we sing, in humankind’s dark night,
a hymn of hope, that we will see the light.
A lullaby to ease their pain and fright -
make way for Progress, all wild and beauteous beasts.
A hymn of hope that we may see the light -
the trees are falling, protest as we might.
make way for Progress, all wild and beauteous beasts.
A hymn of hope that we may see the light -
the trees are falling, protest as we might.
for Gina's prompt at dVerse - to write a pantoum. I always like tackling a pantoum. Mine turned into a rather gloomy one........I was thinking of how The Tree Sisters are planning a global event on International Womens Day - to sing to the trees. I will have to sing a more cheerful song than this one!
A similar sentiment to mine...but I like the idea of singing to the trees. They sing to us, if we are listening.
ReplyDeleteGood observation about money: "When money rules, no living thing has rights" It also makes me realize that money isn't alive.
ReplyDeleteI think the last verse does raise a little hope, and puts those beauteous beasts back into the heart of things.
ReplyDeletei adore this Sherry. it sings so beautifully, and you touch on a topic dear to my heart. i like your punctuation and capitalisation, it gives the pantoum a very artistic flair. your last stanza is poerfect, it does not feel like you have altered the lines, it flows beautifully. this is a sad song but i know it will touch those who read it. a really wonderful take on the form, a precious pantoum to me. thank you
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful, and most meaningful pantoum. I love it Sherry!
ReplyDeleteJust read thefootnote to this pantoum. Yes, definitely sing a beautiful song to the trees! At the same time, shout this pantoum to the heavens. Humankind cannot continue this ignorance regarding our ecology!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem and reminder, Sherry.
ReplyDeletethe noble life-givers of the planet, treated so shabbily. they suffer great indignity and too often death. beautiful plea for the trees
ReplyDeleteI like the way you have captured sound in the ‘ight’ rhymes, Sherry, like a chopping sound or the crash of the trees, I love the idea of singing to trees – I often sing to the ones in our garden – especially ‘a lullaby to ease their pain and fright’.
ReplyDeleteHow sad to see those trees fall. I pray for that hymn of hope. Thanks for joining our Pantoum challenge.
ReplyDeleteAH, environment protest -- good form for it.
ReplyDeleteAn impossibly sad situation.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem!!
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