The senses of the forest

The senses of the forest
Hear the leaves rustle 
Listen to the trees
Wildly dancing in
The new world of nature
Feel the bark on the tree
Coarse like sandpaper
Touch the koala's furry back
Soft as fairy floss
See the constructor workers
Cutting up the trees
Tell them to stop
Or the forest will disappear
Taste the fresh air
Or maybe the berries
Hanging from the green vines but
BEWARE, what if they're poisonous
Say the words to the constructors
Say STOP cutting down the trees
Do you want koalas and their cute little babies
Dying because of you?