The pain. The agony. . . Of watching each leaf shrivel and die, Falling at times in twos and threes. The horror. . . Of seeing termites and insects Rushing to feast on their prey, That was once, twice, thrice and more The vibrant, thriving Tree Of Man’s Civilization. Mother weeps at the senseless passing Of the youngest born. Her older charges stand in awe Of this self inflicted wound, Silently forgiving a sibling’s cruelty In this moment of incomprehensibility.