The last tree standing

i woke up in silence
there was nothing to see
i looked everywhere
but there was nothing to feel
someone like me, like my identity
nothing to see
was i blinded by an imaginative dream?

but no, never would i
why would i?
for i never would have thought
never would have imagined.

yet, why did it seem so real?
the feeling of solitude. melancholy.
why did it last?
why did it seem that i was never dreaming?

where have they gone?
all my fellow trees?
have every lives of them already been taken?
with their eyes that witnessed everything before YOU humans!
why couldn't i see them?

i forced my self to wake up
to think it was just a dream
but why did it seem so strange?
why couldn't i scream?

i started to think it was really happening
my heart began to beat so fast!
there were no winds to kiss me
no blissful scent of them
of my fellow tress!

then my eyes became brighter
my senses became tighter
suddenly my emotions, the rage
the anger!
it wanted to burst!
it was happening. it was true!
there was no one left standing
only their bloody roots!

i was the only one left
it was never a dream
i was really awake and all of them were dead!
gone from their roots
lifeless!

what did we do?
wouldn't you humans knew we have precious lives too?
if you have known it, would you believe?
who were here long before you were all conceived?

i was the LAST TREE standing
but i realized soon came my death
the last tree you had killed
the last to bear a seed.