Green and Brown

I can;t see you, you left me when those towers came,
obstructive or obtuse, I hate them.
Clouds that distort my vision. My image.

I can't see you. How I wish I could, you wear thoses pearshapes so well.
You once towered over the world, you were known to man as eternal.
Now. You are material, nothing more.

We cry "Crisis! Crisis!", yet nothing is done.
Collectors, with their badges, they help not our cause.
And we slowly suffocate our yet concieved children.

Water.
High above us, but we have made this mess.
No blame can be put upon, anything but our race.

I still can't see you. How I wish I could climb you,
Like I once did, and feel safe amongst your many beings.

Oh,
Tree Stump.