Swift

Flying Free,
Through sun rays and eucalyptus trees,
Tasting nectar from flowers blossoming, 
Basking in the bright, warm sun glistening,
Happy as can be.

But what happens when the sun doesn't gleam,
Or when there are no trees left for me,
Stopping to rest on nothing,
The future became bleak.

The cities grow and people see,
Me, a swift bird that can hardly breathe,
Pollution everywhere and they are profiting,
And as I was stuck there I saw something,
A tree cut down coming for me,
Just escaped with a shriek.