Analysis of A tree

A tree
A stationary tree
The bark so righteous; its core so pure
The leaves illuminate with the sunlight
The roots befriend the live earth
All as one, freely

A human
A cross human
The skin pungent and oily, exterior crude
Their hardened minds dripping blue
Coarse sounds spewing from their inner tubes
“The trees are to harvest!”; spitting dew
Less and less they grew
Few, no new
None left to sew
More to mow, and mow, and mow
“Soon, the world will grow!”

Empty oceans
Dearth of earth
Smoldered books
Pristine televisions
Crisp dollars
Bloodshot eyes
Shallow pleasure
All we need

A tree
A dead tree
A dead human
Nothing.