The cause of chainsaws

Trees, what a magnificent thing.

Before the men came there was peace.

Squirrels live in the big hefty things, with acorns galore, all was fine until the men came.

The men are coming with their sharp axes.

Chainsaws killing, and slaying, the trees that died only for their flesh,

The flesh of trees are everywhere, from your dining table to floor of your house.

Trees dying for our things.

The woman are coming with their pointy axes.

One boy wonders for all to be fine, for it all to be better, so we can keep the makers of oxygen.

People are coming with their rusted axes.

Trees, a perch for birds, 

Listen to the chirps of the birds,

If you listen close enough you might hear “hallo”.

Trees, what can it be?

A place for shade, to say bye to sun for a while, a place to keep dry,

A place to make a house, a learning place, for all kind.

Everyone is coming with their axes.

To heal the tall old things,

To people of all kind,

Stop coming with your axes, please.