The Lungs Of The Earth

Trees are like the lungs of the earth,

Without them, there is no life.

No animals to roam the turf,

No sun to shine, to breathe down light.

Soon there will be no more trees,

Standing on an empty field.

No beautiful wildlife, living free,

No more soft leaves for us to feel.

Unless we make the clock go back,

Fix the mistakes that have been.

Before the trees will all turn black,

Before there is no more green.