The Rainforest

Welcome to the jungle,

where the trees tumble.

As they’re chopped they will sob,

as they fall it will throb.

You’ll hear as they fall,

a lorikeet call. 

Going home to her nest,

but it’s lost with the rest

So many deaths each year in the forest, 

trust me this is when I’m being modest.

Animals and trees keep falling to the ground,

left and no longer able to make a sound.

Preposterous people parade,

into a forest they invade.

Tree bark turns to paper, 

That the kids scrap later.