These trees could use some hugs

Wisdom flows freely as trees grow,
seeds slowly blow in breezy meadows.
scattering saplings spread out spaciously,
knowledge needs nurturing.

Uprooted, displaced, erased, torched.
Forests ablaze in destructive infernos.
The ignorant flame igniting, shame
we didn't turn to see it coming.

Yet we plant in places of desolation,
where neglect fertilizes idle seedlings.
Watered down with sunny spotlights,
scorching dreams, preventing prospects from growing upright.

But growing up right requires more than sunlight.
Fright grips tightly as we wonder "why, might we
simply buy all the things to make our forests grow healthy?"
Confounded as to why our seeds die striving to be wealthy.