Are You Listening?

If I was tree green instead of black 
they would come and cut my branches,
destroy my roots, transport my 
life and turn me into paper pulp.
Everything would be lost to history
like disappearing forests and burning woods.
Yes, they would cut me down with a sharp
axe and say I fell on my own and would 
you my dear, hear my sound?

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