A Lost Hope

Distant cries are heard as the smouldering flames rage on and the tree bark turns to black.

The last glimmer of sunlight disappears, smothered by thundering pitch-black clouds.

A dead forest, covered by a thick blanket of silence, broken only by the crackling of the ancient pine trees as they crash to the ground.

Forests are more than just clusters of trees, they are homes.

We must save our forests before its too late.