If The Trees Had Legs

If the trees had legs, their bark would
crack and break, and we could see their
skin behind all that neglect.

If the trees had legs, they could run, and
they'd run collectively to where they're
appreciated. Not here. Never here. Too many humans.

If the trees had legs, children might be
crushed and killed, chafing between the thighs
of an Oak, witnessed by the clouding sky.

If the trees had legs, then when the wind
shoves, they could shove back. They would
stand up for themselves strong and naked

against the bullying blusterings, strong and
naked in front of the onlooking samaritan sky.
The 9th* and the 1812th** will have their day then.

If the trees had legs, all that was once preserved,
conserved for the sake of the livelihood of everyone but us,
could attempt to escape our fools that've made "that was once."

*Id Est Beethoven's "9th Symphony"
**Id Est Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture"