Poem: Mechanical Forest

From a feeble seed

Born into a chaotic life

The tree is in need

Of an stable wildlife

Like water down a river

It can only flow so far

It’s only goal is to slither

Up until it’s tar

With the transformation

Of nature to pollution

The demands of our nation

Creates a pernicious solution

The creation of mechanical trees

Turns this world into steel

So nation can we please

Revert to what was real

- Max