A Field of Trees

By: Stephen Mathews

A field of trees

That’s where I would go

To bring all the pains

That I felt as I’d grow


They held me so high

Away from the ground

They whispered sweet things

With a breezy soft sound


The sound was then broken

By a mechanical roar

The trees were cut down

The sight was of horror


The pain had returned

I was left in a fog

The tree that held me so high

Was now just a log