I live only to cry.

I was a haven for the earth's creatures. I along with my neighbors; the soil below and don't forget the ocean I know,Clean your fuck-ups! And what do we get in return? A chain saw, ripping through our existence, A spike in the lung. You are rich from me and well looked upon by your peers. Your children love you and think: WOW!
Pop's is great! They give you great cheers. Time passes. Your kids: great great grand kids- comes into existence. I believe that the rate in which you sanctioned, I will no longer be able to support life for them ? And they will spit on your grave. Almost as, if you spit in the wind. Splitter splat, it comes right back.
Because of your putrid with-in's,
Many will suffer from your greed-
To turn me into money, and other simpler things.
I will never know, you say to me:
But to this, I disagree.
For every time you are thought of
That thought comes to thee.
The thoughts of how you were such an ignorant person
And how stupid you must have really been,
Way back when,
Now.
In closing as my whisper shallows away, As a tree I wish to impress one thing, so listen as I say: You can change your hell you are creating for yourself.
You can blot out the horrific whispers
Of many from tormenting you,
All the while, you are supposed to be resting in peace.
You will hear them in the Spiritual realm,
The cries of: why great great great grand paw,
Why did you not think of me? Did the Mercedes and blondes, blind you,
Make it to where you could not see? Without them, the trees
I live in a desolate place.
Unable to go outside-
all because you gave in to your selfish wants,
And for this:
I live only to cry.