I walk around the lonely tree

All isolated after the disaster

The tree is dazzling but they disagree

They want to chop them faster

The birds are flying to find their nests

But soon they will realise what happened

The people are trying to cash those cheques

And the buyers are getting impassioned

Nature itself is a beautiful thing and helps us live all happy

But with the increase of cutting our trees

Our life will be so tatty

 

As I walk around that lonely tree

I think to myself, How can people rid the earth of greenery

The thing that helps us breathe is getting decreased

No one can live in such a scenery