Their Home

I once had a friend called Plum

He had two little thumbs.

But once he was gone, I felt quite numb.

I’d look at the stump, lying on the ground.

As I saw them in the clouds, I listened to the sound

Of the whistling wind, it began to sing.

Whoosh, whoosh, the whistling wind.

I sorrily strolled through the moulded floor.

Their home was stolen.

Their home was ruined.

Their home was destroyed,

Chipped into ruins, there remained a leaf.

Sadly, you’ll believe,

They really were deceived.

His family was gone.

My furry friends were done.

Planting one tree, help let them be.

It can free their world.

You will really see

How our furry friends can be.