Forget Me Not

Forget me not said the sparrow to the tree as it flapped its wings for the first time
The tree waved goodbye in a gentle sway, already missing the bird's sweet song

Forget me not said the tree as the lumberjack spilled its sap on the earth with practiced axe strokes
The lumberjack yelled a warning.  The trees in the forest all knew their time may soon come.
They shook in fear in the breeze.

Forget me not moaned the lumberjack as he laid in a bed built with his own two hands and a house made the same from trees he still remembered
His wife and children remember
They remember the songs of the baby birds
The whisper of the trees
The ringing sound of metal on wood
And the sound of tears for memories gone