Treacherous Destruction

A peaceful forest,
Standing in front of me,
It is my favourite thing,
And I long to be a part of it.

But that will never happen,
As today is the day,
When the workers come rushing in,
And begin tearing down the forest, my forest.

Why, oh why do we do this?
What is this murder costing us?
Why can’t we leave our forests be,
And enjoy the views, while we are still free?