Nature poem

Trees… forests… trees growing, reproducing,
Providing air for all the creatures
Some gigantic.
Some tiny
Some old
Some young
But all amazing
Bending in the wind
Shimmering, reaching, stretching
But
Although majestic
Dying, falling, collapsing.
Humans are harming, killing and logging.
Sooner or later all trees will die
Unless we nurture and fix
Not fry.