dwindling green

below and above,
looking out the window,
green is what I see.

side to side,
below the birds' solemn cries,
sits a squirrel chirping with glee.

the trees on the left
give hope to a nest,
one littered with a hatchling's dreams.

so why are we
the ones to decide
the end of a vibrant tree?

so take action and preach
and please don't believe
in a life of dwindling green.