Our Forests

Charred lifeless trees fell to pieces of stubby bits of stick

The scorching sun

Coated by gross-smelling smoke that smells like ashes, sails slowly in the sky.

Trees with ailing hearts, 

Heavy hearted.

Is it over? 

It doesn’t have to be.

We must help.

Stop cutting down trees,

We need to take care of the environment,

Together we can stand, hand by hand.

Take a little peek and you will see,

New happy trees and a beautiful fresh breeze.

Animals glowing, trees are growing.

This is an amazing start!

You should keep on going.