The final tree

The thriving shamrock forest stood proud and tall

Before the monstrous bobcats knock it down

All the rich vibrant trees had souls

And they were worth more than a bar of gold

As I breathed in the crisp fresh air

And ran my hand along the final trees’ jagged rough bark

I understood that trees tie things together

The breathtaking tree is singing to the wind

Crash! Bang! and then it all went silent

As the fragrant pollen filled my nose

I realized that the final tree had fallen  

Those helpless bees that needed those magical trees

As I breathe in the chalky air

I look around and I couldn’t see a glistening tree in a hundred miles

I thought to myself that the gorgeous trees are going extinct

The mesmerising forest has died like a vicious wildfire has torn through

This will keep happening, but you can help stop it too.