Lost Brother

I liked this poem...but it seemed very basic and simple.  Stanley Moss reads as another tree mourning the loss of  a tree, or his "Lost Brother."  It was sweet and made me think about the sadness of cutting down trees.  The last half of the poem showed what sorts of things trees see and what conditions they live through.  Four thousand eight hundred sixty-years is a long time to just cut down.  It even talked about their mother (who I assume is Mother Earth) and how she wanted the trees to live long.  Humans are letting her down and saddening her by cutting down the forests.  But that was all. It was, to me, a simple, somewhat sweet, melancholy poem speaking out against deforestation.