The Cycle of Nature

Swaying in the wind, standing tall
Axes hit them, and then they fall
So many gone, crashing to the floor
No more trees, nothing to explore
They give, we take
We are the villains, as we watch them break
Flowers bloom, then wither away
Begging on their knees, they pray and pray
Beautiful blossoms, dropping to the ground
Hiding, so that they can’t be found
Homes are taken, crushed, and sold
As animals shiver, in the cold
Then the trees grow again
Saying goodbye to all their pain
Nature blooms, bringing many joys
Children come to play, girls and boys
Then comes autumn, leaves turn orange and red
Kids squeal with joy as leaves fall on their head
Trees are the reason that we are alive
And for this very reason, they should survive