The tree

Today my eyes beheld,
A tree falling thunderously,
A thought crossed my head,
One that runs repeatedly,
When corals turn white,
And forests burn bright,
When plastics clog tight,
And bombs drop with spite,
When countries exploit fright,
And fields lie dried,
When storms surge all night,
And hunger strikes with might,
When children have to fight,
While silences punctuate the night,
With no end in sight,
Of civilizations being a blight.

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