deforestation

 We the trees help us with our needs.

You cut us down and we want you to turn around.

You step on us like sand but now we can’t fill up the land.

A bed is made but there is no first aid.

Buildings get higher but we get lower.

As the flames rise I say my goodbyes.

We help

With the air

Then you cut us 

And that's

Really

Unfair.

The past is in

In the past 

So now please

Act fast.

Help us

Trees grow and

Let us see you walk by

So don't let us die