Poetry,  Published Submissions

The Cost of Living

Every day I wake up and watch exactly one tree being destroyed.  

Exactly one.  

One tree won’t hurt.  

Besides, we need more houses.  

Two.  

We need more money. 

Three.  

We need a hospital. 

Four.  

We need a bench.  

Five.  

Seven. 

Thirty trees chopped.  

One day I wake up and there is exactly one tree standing.  

No one can breathe. 


 — Shae S.