Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Wood or Wood Not

We trees began to notice that

More wooden benches under us

Coming to this park habitat.

At first we trees did have no fuss.

But over time the humans came

And cut us trees down one by one.

And some of the wood was the same

Of how the benches built be done.

We trees of course did wonder why

These benches need be made of wood,

Causing us trees to have to die.

We wondering did little good.

Wooden benches now all around.

I am the last tree still aground.