My life

I am a tree, mighty and strong,

I am used to make little homes,

Small animals live in me but not for long,

People are cutting trees down and all that is left are bones.

The animals that live in me are getting injured as well,

While bulldozers are cutting my kind down they are also chopping animals' homes, 

Hurting them as they go,

Soon all that will be left is throbbing grass not able to grow,

‘Roar’,

The engine goes,

I am a tree mighty and strong,

I will remain number one,

My arms are gone all that is left are our stumps,

All that is done is done, 

As I see all life being destroyed, I remember one thing,

That not every human can ruin everything,

I am a mighty and strong tree,

I hope someone will remember me.