Why do I think they must have found them ugly?
For if humans are so mean to each other
what might cause them to spare the trees?
So brown and barren they seem
Their gawky limbs outstretched
Scrawny and brittle
they snap under our hands and feet…
drearier than the sad clouds they sit beneath
Oh how they must have found them ugly
These dreadful humans who constantly complain about the weather,
For how dare Mother Nature exist as she?