The tree was dying,

Their revolting was faltering,

and they were lying

To themself- there just wasn't enough left to go on- but still they found themself watering

The tree, gazing to the skies with the still dimly flickering hope in their eyes, flying

And so, they still tried,

Fought harder, hoping

For once the circle of Life not to be so brutal and full to brimming of those that died,

For there not to be so many dropping away before a chance for the world to begin coping,

And even if Nature was cruel, at least that Man wouldn't strengthen with foolish stride

They, back again with hope for clear thoughts,

Smiled, soft and sad, at the great tree

The world, at the moment, may be in knots,

Tied up and through, hard to be from Death and Pain free,

But they knew(?) that there must be some way to change things- if only they could connect the dots