This is Our Chance
By Jorge L
Waving in the wind, spreading its beauty
The wonder and splendour of the earth all here to see
Birds chirping and leaves glistening in the sun
Where would I be if not for these trees?
Early-morning dew shows the late-night drizzle
A new sapling here to see growing in the glowing sun and with leaves three
The forest is alive but we cut it down
The forest is alive but we force it to extinction
Our need for consumption is obliterating this heaven
This true paradise is slipping through our fingers
I see trees as tall as skyscrapers with nests as apartments
An estate of burrows is laid out before me
To think that this living utopia could be a parking lot
Crushes my heart, that cannot be
Like an oasis covered in sand, buildings could cover this land
But there is already someone living here with furry tails and glorious wings
This wonderland sits in the middle
The middle of the chaos
And the middle of our disarray
This forest is our only chance