Ancient Transience

How can we not love them? And still, we destroy them one by one.

Ancient gracefulness.
The advocate of peace.
Humble in its success.
An existence, impossible to cease.
Unimpressed by elapsed time.
Witness of so many a crime.
The proud bearer of its own crown
eventually cut down
by artificial hand
born in nature’s land.

Author's Note

I would love any kind of feedback.

Reviews

[Ellis Hastings]

Eloquent language. I interpreted this being about forests cut down by corporations. Am I close?

[kpoetry]

Yes, you are close. It's the individual tree that I value, though. And I don't blame corporations for doing the cutting, rather it is us (society) who give them the reasons to do it.