They are Slashing Down The Trees in New Orleans

They are slashing down the trees in New Orleans

The woodwork was all that those men there knew

And now the wind is dry without the touch of the leaves

Missing the cold kisses; missing the stories underneath

Years it took for them to grow; minutes to not be there anymore

Sans the rains that were long awaited; sans the cawing crows

The axe sure looked mighty and surely had its appeal

But it did not move swiftly in strength; only by spreading fear

Fear of the roots, the stems and leaves; created over years

and now the hands that carried it are no more; no more is their fear

But the next generation will be without these trees; only questions and tears.