A Poem, The Guardian of the Trees

The Guardian of the Trees
White baggy unbelted pants,
And no shirt.
The long greasy flowing hair
Of the politically sure.
Unkempt beard.
Fast paced walk (march?)
And a white cloth sign
Held proudly and militantly overhead.
On the cloth:
A single tree.
The symbol is sure,
But he is silent.
He says nothing.
The tree is plain.
Brown and green on white.
He says everything loud and proud in silence.
He marches through the crowd.
The crowd looks at him.