Tree of Life

Roses are red violets...aren't blue our world isn’t perfect and that is so true. 
Thousands of millions, billions of trees, are cut down each year, who cares about the breeze? 
Tears keep coming, as our society keeps on plummeting, if we don’t act now, we will have no solution, to our pollution. 
We keep cutting down, down, down soon we will only have the stump, we will be stumped, the world will be stumped... 
What will we do next, is this our only chance for the best? It's like we’ve been hexed, the world will be next. 
If anyone can hear me... I'm hoping for the best, I'm praying for the best. 
Let them flourish let them grow,  
for all the summer and all the snow, 
let them live let them breathe,  
and maybe we won't cause our extinction
if we let this friction happen, till it berths a flame we might be going to extinction...  
So, my last word is stopping the friction.