The Ultimate Tax

The forest ground,

Covered in leaves

Bugs and creatures yet to be found

In the white gum trees

But what some don’t know

When they swing their gun metal axe

They are depriving animals of their homes to grow

The animals are the ones paying the treacherous tax

Help is what they need

Kindness is all they desire

In this sonnet I beg and plead

Make their tears slightly drier

In the end

When the day is done

The world must mend

To join and be one