My stems stretching towards the sun,

The brightness rising, the day has begun,

My leaves gently swinging in the breeze,

All noises stop and come to a freeze,

Crying, shocked faces gather around,

I knew I recognised the sound,

Trees being cut, homes being lost,

Humans don’t realise, what this will cost,

I am pretty sure that I’m not next,

I hear the engine, I was not correct.