The House That Spoke : Creative Writing

A house made of wood that once understood ,
said to the world there ,
Hey it's so unfair .
Don't knock on my door , don't walk on my floor .
Can't anyone see ,
I once was a tree .
You've taken too much ,
enough is enough .
The forest was mine and now it's a crime ,
how you've cut me down to build up a town .
Hey don't sit on me ,
once I was a tree , and now I'm a chair .
How dare you sit there .
Hey don't lie on me ,
once I was a tree , but now I'm a bed .
So don't rest your head ,
Have you said your prayers ?
Don't walk up the stairs .
Don't walk over me I once was a tree .
I reached to the sky ,
Tall and green was I .
But now look at me ,
you have killed a tree .
Can't you see your sins ?
You cut off my limbs ,
You've stolen my fruits ,
You've dug up my roots ,
the life I once knew ,
has gone thanks to you .

By Paul Mc Cann