Nature

Green for miles,

Until there was no more.

Trees were black,

The fires ruled for years nothing we can do.

The trees were crying but couldn’t be heard.

They were out of reach.

And now they sit and rest in the ash.

All we do is take from them, their wood,

The animals are never safe.

Birds crying and,

We can’t stop them,

We call them the high people.

The high people have the most power,

Until it’s all gone and moved to another world,

And the same thing happened: people cry “ stop Stop STOP! STOP!! PLEASE!!”

But they didn’t stop.

They just keep taking more and more,

Until we just gave up, doing nothing,

and the cycle goes on again… . . . .  .   ..   ..   .