In the depths of the jungle

A dark oak tree stands 

The centre of the sky

Roots tangle through dirt and stone

Beneath the ground

 

From dirt to sky

The trunk serves its purpose

 

Like a network of tunnels

The branches reach out to the sky

Evergreen leaves 

Rustling with the wind

 

High in the trees

Birds make their nests

Throughout the seasons

Squirrels come and go

As generations progress

The tree stays still

 

Could you cease 

The hazards

Which threaten our survival?