Writing for a possible portfolio idea

Bloodshed, mayhem and destruction was what the humans brought.
The trees wept: the cruelty, the loss.
The silent witnesses to the madness of man.
Strong and resilient they stand until ripped from their land.
The trees bleed unnoticed. And yet they notice all.
It was not just for their family that they wept but for the fallen and suffering.
They watched and cried for those furred covered ones caught in metal jaws and left trapped and dying for the longest moments of time.
And for what.
They prayed for the feathered ones who lived out their existence caged, their chemical bodies distorted and broken.
And for what.
They sheltered the remains of those whose screams pierced the air and were not shown mercy.
And for what.
The trees saw all the hurt, the apathy, the drive to tear each other and all apart.
And they wondered for what.
This is the madness of man.
The dark side of their nature, a destructive and relentless force that festers within, hungry and urgent.
With every passing moment of time the trees saw the humans only take thanklessly and with perceived entitlement.
The trees only gave.
They felt man distance himself from them, like nature was a disease where the only cure was to eradicate.
And so the divide came, a wound that would not heal.
Man's feet no longer touched the ground, skin and bark did not meet.
Destruction and detachment, and so the divide widened; a tear that ripped through the soul of this world.
The trees stood silent and still caring, strong they withstood for the longest of time.
They watched and listened and knew that with time ever shortening they would no longer be the last to stand.