Save the Planet.

Crash!
Out of the night the huge tree wanders
its bleeding wounds dripping while roots
dragging from it leave trails that slugs
envy in their silvery slime.

Bang!
The lightning bolt sunders the lamb from the shepherd
the sheep dog whimpers and licks its paws
remembering the meaty chunks
it ate for tea.

Wallop!
The thunder rolls across the mountains ironing
the wrinkles from the aged landscape
as if Botox was a freebie from the Gods.

What a Picture!
I watch and wait and listen as the shoots become
saplings and the tree groans still wandering
searching for the ditch it calls mother.