Tree Poaching ( a crime of the reckless sinners)

North of San Francisco

the Giant Redwoods grow

some 2000- years or more

illustriously they show

they have witnessed History

and that great  age they have spent

climbing ever skywards

clearly heaven sent

the vastness of their flora

the massiveness of their base

they have learned so much of life

and have watched the human race

developing below them

and relapsing, so to say

the goodness and the badness

that came along the way

recently a scourge of vileness

entered the domain

it came into their aura

and truthfully did claim

an immense fear of toppling

with the laggards of the night

a lawlessness apparent

a kind of human blight

and underclass of pestilence

the mischief was abroad

an irredeemable affliction

for a scandalous reward

they come within the darkest hours

bandits one might say

and carve great burls from

redwood trunks

and are gone by break of day

these are a shared facility

the nation owns the stock

these redwood trees have grown

and their experience

might shock

any living being

along side them today

and to wantonly come to harm them

and scar them is to pay

a loathsome and outrageous

act

upon an ancient soul

who gave the sweetest oxygen

for aoens and whose role

was maintained

and thus this crime

against so venerable a tree

is calamitous and damaging

as ever it can be

these butchers

these psychotic  imps

whose chainsaws  burst with fire

tearing through the aged heartwood

leaving wounds so dire

open to infection deleterious and sore

weakening the structure

like it never has before

I feel such indignation

such resentment for such acts

the poachers needs to realize

and understand the facts

the whole vast equilibrium

is aroused and will unite

and Nemesis is woken

to the evil deeds

the night

creates

a perfect cover

for these morbid men of dark

a plague upon humanity

their heartlessness is stark

the goddess knows the fervour

that the community express

she feels the insalubrity

she understands the stress

the great trees feel

and wants to play

her part in showing those

arrant sinful blackguards

that she is going to pose

them all a violent end

much sooner than they might have thought

the crushing of their bodies

as the broken branches caught

gusts of stormy weather

and crash down onto those

who perpetrate such evil

and the agony it shows

such a meanness of  their spirit

now rewarded by the way

death comes with his sickle

to cut their lives away

to avenge the heartwoods spirit

the great divinity

a daughter of the silent hours

gives this guarantee