There Must Be A Better Way

“I think I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree…”
From “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer

Redwoods, ancient guardians
Maples, flame-throwers of color
Aspens, white-coated mountain spirits
Oaks, sturdy neighbors along the country road
Pines, mass choirs chanting sacred melody

Trees talk in their own language, communicate with each other, living – breathing – speaking

Trees promote mental health…ever take a walk in the woods?
Trees clean the air…particle filters
Trees are high-rise apartments for wildlife…sparrows and eagles
Trees cool the climate…the ultimate refreshment: shade
Trees filter our water…life in a gulp

My infant child’s crib, the carvings of artistic masters,
the cane that allows me to walk
I cannot live without trees.
The world cannot survive without trees.

Then, why do we cut down 27,000 trees
globally every day to make toilet paper?
27,000 Every day

There must be a better way.

“I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a…” roll of toilet paper.
(Sorry JK)