It is easier to see, the forest for the trees, when the winter steals their leaves.

In the forest, who thus rakes their fallen leaves? Who piles them high, and whose children knock them down? We rake and blow, and disregard and discard, but who in the forest takes as much care in the forest? Is what we do considered care? “Care for the lawns,” they say, “as the leaves under the snow will choke the grass.” Do you see the forest grass choking come winter? The leaves and seeds trapped therein are but millennia-long cycles that have yet to fail their forests, so who are we to value vanity and embellishment over oak and birch establishment?

They truly do miss the forest for the trees when the winter steals their leaves. 

The ice then ravages the land with its many crystals, crafting great castles of grandeur. 

In the forest, who thus shovels their pathways of snow? Who piles them high, and whose children knock them down? We salt and snowblow, and decry and despair, but who in the forest takes as much care? Is what we do considered care? “Care for the roads,” they say, “as the ice under the snow will crack the asphalt.” Do you see the forest stone cracking some spring?The water and life trapped therein are but millennia-long sources of fresh water for the animals and forests, so who are we to throw salt and contamination over natural rest and hibernation?

The days do grow, and the rest follow suit, the sun glows yellow, and the weeds soon shoot. 

In the forest, who thus cuts their patches of weeds? Who piles their carcasses high, and whose children throw them down? We cut and kill, and delegate and distaste, but who in the forest takes as much care? Is what we do considered care? “Care for the backyards,” they say, “as the yard looks terrible with all the weeds.” Do you see the forest yards look terrible come the summer? The weeds and nutrients trapped therein are but millennia-long initial sources of food and nectar for the insects and forests, so who are we to value visual appeal and murder over sustenance and survival?

Heat waves arise, and everything respires, humans and property alike, in water we require. 

In the forest, who thus supplies the water? Who piles the droplets high, and whose children spread them all around? We spray and throw, and are desperate against desolation, but who in the forest takes as much care? Is what we do considered care? “Care for the property,” they say, “as the property will turn brown and the wood will dry.” Do you see the forest properties turn brown and the trees dry out? The roots of the trees and the water trapped therein are but millennia-long ways for the soil to retain rainwater, so who are we to cut down trees and waste water when the forests are managed just fine?