Deforestation
By Holly H
The forests are the lungs of our land
By destroying the trees,
We are destroying ourselves
Forests are like paper,
They are fragile.
The trees will continue to cry their sap,
If the chainsaws continue to scream
The animals won’t stop leaving their homes,
If their homes are being destroyed.
This is not alright.
Some of the animals are perishing,
They are leaving like no one cares.
We’re stealing all of their belongings,
Using it to build our homes
And little did we know we were taking theirs.
We are heading round the corner
To a life of extinction,
We are the asteroids to animals,
Just like the asteroids to dinosaurs.
We should be ready to make a change.