The Last Tree

Up on the hill, 
A lone tree stood still. 
He was, the last tree. 

The other trees were all out of luck, 
Every one of them had been cut. 
Except for, the last tree 

Mother Nature's beautiful creations, 
Expected to last for generations. 
And there stood, the last tree. 

This world was now so broke, 
What happened to all of those oaks! 
Now there was just, the last tree. 

The last tree now quivered with fear, 
As it let out, a single tear. 
The end for the last tree, was very near. 

All of those beautiful trees, 
Had given him, the last seeds, 
They’d given him all of their faith, 
To keep the life of trees safe. 

He gently lowered the last seeds, 
So he could die, doing a good deed. 
Unlike humans, trees were wise, 
They didn’t poison the world with their lies 
They’d given them oxygen to help them survive, 
So that humans, could still thrive.