the last tree.

I really liked your poem! It was really moving and it would be exactly what a tree would be thinking and speaking if it could! Congrats on 1st place! You deserved it!

I thought it was brilliant! In my opinion that is exactly what a tree would be thinking if he were the last one on Earth! Everything I was going to say has already been pointed out, so my only other issue is the final line: 'GO GREEN!' I find that it ruins the end of the poem, so maybe you could get rid of the capitals and the exclamation mark? I'm assuming that because it is a competition that you have to write it like that, but personally I think it ruins the ending.

Good job!

I WON!! OMG I WON!!!! FIRST PLACE BABY!!!!!!!!
Wow, that just made my entire life.

Hey there! Okay, first of all allow me to comment on your format: it needs work. You've got this huge block of text that's off-putting to any sane reader, not to mention your intended audience. So break it down into stanzas, I'll try to show you where as I go through the line by line...

I am the only one
For the first time ever. [Not a bad start. It's reasonably intriguing and interesting but I think it could have been phrased better. Perhaps 'I've never been alone before.' would be just a touch more dramatic.]
I look out at the empty wasteland,
Where my brethren once stood,
Where the animals once roamed.
Where now the flowing wind
Whips with her merciless torrent
She is angry
Without the lush canopy
To play in. [The rest of this stanza is good but needs a little tidying up, a little trimming. First, the repetition of where doesn't work. It has no affect except to sound repetitive and a little monotonous. If you used it just twice and not so soon after each other (with a little meat in between) it would be much better. I'd suggest something like:

It's quiet. Empty. A wasteland.
But I can see the places my brethren filled,
where they watched over the animals
who once roamed here.

and then the next two lines are great but I'd suggest a full stop after torrent. In the last few lines, I think 'her lush canopy' would be better than the. Also, you don't need to start each line with a capital. You're not writing a sonnet or in an archaic style so go with normal capitalisation except where you want a particular word to stand out. Then just capitalise the first letter of that or use italics. Also, this is a good place to end the stanza and start another.]

My leaves quiver while she slides through them
And does not return.
Where has she gone? [This feels unfinished. It's awkward to jump from musings about the wind directly to a new observation. I'd suggest removing these three lines.]
I’d like to say this was the cemetery
Of my brothers.
But alas, [I think there's space for expansion here. Maybe add a few more lines describing how they were slain but not allowed the decency of burial.]
They have been kidnapped.
Oh the gentle souls! [This feels a touch over the top...]
I cry my silent cry for them. [Urgh. I don't like this line.]
My brethren who watched over me
Since I was a seedling.
Protecting me
As I grew. [These few lines are a little simple. Delve a bit deeper. Remember, similies and metaphors are your friends.]
We watched the centuries go by,
They danced around our aging trunks, [Who's they? Huamns?]
Building us stronger
As they passed. [Good play with passed... don't know if it was intended but good all the same =) And I'd suggest a new stanza here.]

But now all has gone.
They are but a memory.
Destroyed without a thought.
And soon,
It will be my turn. [Could be a little more dramatic but generally good.]
The wind mistress returns to me.
But now her chill
Is comforting. [This is too sudden a change. You need to introduce the circumstances that have caused the tree to change its mind first. Describe the sharp cut of the pain before you move onto how the tree now misses the wind's caress.]
Goodbye wind,
I always thought you were beautiful .
A heavy machine
Laden with sharp edges and
Pointed corners
Comes nearer
And nearer.
Now that the end is so close,
I think;
Humans. [Italics might be effective here and possibly start a new stanza.]
I worked for centuries
To provide them with oxygen
So they could live.
We all did.
Now they kill us
With their sharp machines,
And brutish greed.
And most definitely,
I would give
Anything in the world,
For all of humanity to
GO GREEN.[Bold is just as effective as full caps. More so in fact.]

Hey! I'm finally reading one of your works!

I'm glad I am, too. Repeatedly banning you made me feel bad.

silverSUNLIGHTx wrote:This is for a contest at my library. The rules are to write a poem with the idea of go green. I honestly don't know if this sucks or not, so please tell me. Is it too dark or sad?

I am the only one
For the first time ever.
I look out at the empty wasteland,
Where my brethren once stood,
Where the animals once roamed.
Where now the flowing wind
Whips with her merciless torrent
She is angry
Without the lush canopy
To play in.
My leaves quiver while she slides through them
And does not return.
Where has she gone?
I’d like to say this was the cemetery
Of my brothers.
But alas,
They have been kidnapped.
Oh the gentle souls!
I cry my silent cry for them.
My brethren who watched over me
Since I was a seedling.
Protecting me
As I grew.
We watched the centuries go by,
They danced around our aging trunks,
Building us stronger
As they passed.
But now all has gone.
They are but a memory.
Destroyed without a thought.
And soon,
It will be my turn.
The wind mistress returns to me.
But now her chill
Is comforting.
Goodbye wind,
I always though you were beautiful .
A heavy machine
Laden with sharp edges and
Pointed corners
Comes nearer
And nearer.
Now that the end is so close,
I think;
Humans.
I worked for centuries
To provide them with oxygen
So they could live.
We all did.
Now they kill us
With their sharp machines,
And brutish greed.
And most definitely,
I would give
Anything in the world,
For all humanity to
GO GREEN.

I am the only one
For the first time ever.

Oooh! Very thought-provoking! I don't think it's too dark at all. It's a unique and personal approach to going green and good luck on the contest!

A few nitpicks:

cry my silent cry

I think;