My purpose in life

I live for one thing, 

My purpose is to be a home

To let animals, like koalas, live and roam.

I try my hardest to be loved and cared for

So do you really think this is fair?

I live a short time,

And cutting me down is a crime. 

Sometimes I can break

But getting cut down is my fate.

As my life flashes before my eyes

A single tear I begin to cry.

I need someone to help me 

And even though I’m a simple tree,

I deserve to be free.