Please don’t kill our trees

Whoosh, who can guess what I am?

I come from the forest

I make up the breeze; that’s right, I’m a tree 

So for your own sake, don’t cut me to the ground

And then your species might be found

So please don’t kill our trees 

Because they create the breeze

Me and my friends are happy where we are

So don’t separate us, nah

So if we work together, 

We will live forever

So please don’t kill our trees

And in spring we grow our leaves  

And it makes a beautiful view

And if you cut us down, then there will only be a few

Also, some people love us to hug and to play 

And if you cut us down, the children will leave in dismay

So please don’t cut us down