The Call Of the Trees

We are the Gods who give you life
but we can't take it away
We are the colour that extends to you
in a land so dull and grey.

We are mute and still to you
for from us sounds are never heard
But our leaves rustle in that gentle breeze
sharing the comfort of unspoken words.

We give out the very air you breathe
and take in what you expel
You would have guessed who we are
for that is what the title tells.

We are mute according to you
so definitely aren't here to plead
For We are the source of life
and it is us that You need.

Since reason has failed to work on you
try imagining this scene
Where the World is a barren wasteland
without a hint of green.

It is dying and your machines
help you to linger on for a while
With Earth's resources used up 
and land terribly infertile.

Leaving behind an orphaned Earth
you too shall fade away
Losing the Earth to colossal waste
withered and decayed.

The laws are made with none to follow
and dates to conventions set
As the clocks now tick away
with none of the deadlines met.

A dystopian future awaits you
for you do as you please
If you refuse to wake up to listen
to THE CALL OF THE TREES.