Ormeau Myrtle

Its hidden beauty 

From our fires

The last survivor 

The last believer 

Fading, fading, fading away 

But we don't care

We just ignore its cries of help

Its dying leaves crushed by your sword of hate

It flowers picked for people with no hearts

Its tears are endless

Life slipping away

Just like our care for climate

While we watch carelessly

Until one day there is only one left

We leave until it could be too late

But I believe that there is still hope

There are pieces of life

Join me

And save Ormeau Myrtle