She stands with broken limbs,

Her bark is torn and frayed.

She trembles as they take what's never theirs to claim.
 

The branches bent and snapped,

Her body stripped and bruished.

She's rav-aged in the dark; her pain a savage glare.
 

Her whispers, cries for help,

Are lost in deaf mankind.

She's left to bear the scars; her spirit's worn and torn. 

Her soul, once lush and free,

Now broken, lies exposed.

The forest now is dead, forlorn and forgotten!