The Future of Our Home

The wind whispers to the leaves

The leaves rustle against the trees.

Here they lay in an untouched domain.

Past the calm, the secretive trees and into the rain,

There comes a rumble, quite not humble

This isn't a storm, the forest will tumble.

A slither of light, a ray of hope.

Connected to the red box is a severed rope.

Past this revolting revolution

We will rise, we will fight.

We must stop this deforestation.

The trees stand in silent unease,

Marked with crosses, like a disease.

Our greed has taken us to this place,

It decimates our planet and it takes up our space

It ruins nature, the forest, our home.

So protect nature, protect our home.