Poetry

A Tree for Peace

Atika Cherry
Don't expect love poem today
I can't I'll be busy
To catch and take care of
Every sick butterfly, every sick birdy. Don't think that I don't love you
I love you, but I got all my time
For my feathered love- the winged beauty- Each one is a Fairy! Fairy!
Look at them! The world is in trouble
They are into it.
We are the cause- "I" am the cause to make them homeless. Homeless! Homeless!!
Do you know how fearsome? Don't expect me for a date tomorrow
I'll be busy, I'll be busy with baby trees-
We will be applying formula, so that
The babies can grow faster with the speed of light. All the homeless birds, butterflies
And some monkeys will be saved then. Don't expect me at the seminars
That tags "Save the World"
I'm the sinner I can't just sit and talk I saw burning pain in their homeless eyes
I'm going to them
I'll lie down, down to the soil
If the earth needs to be fertilized.
Atika Cherry is a Poet.