The water in a forest

it shimmers with glee

but when the rain falls

it runs to me.

As a friend who holds

everything it seems,

the birds that screech

the animals that cry

all the trees that say goodbye.

The forests that we torture

They still stand strong, you see

trees give us oxygen

so that we can breathe.

The more waste you do to it

the more waste you do to me.

If you continue travelling down this path

I won’t always be there to save you,

so my story could end there

or will it, let’s see…