Trees breathe, so do we

The smell of trees, the buzzing bees. The bursting sun screaming at the top of their lungs,  while the brisk breeze strokes my hands. Trees breathe so do we, People talking about how much they care. But I can't bear to listen to them share something that they are unaware about. Cockatoos aren't lounging on branches, but humans are getting their chainsaws, ready to cut down as many trees that they need too. 

Not caring about trees that make sure they breathe. Trees breathing in carbon dioxide give us oxygen so we can be. The flames of heat sink into the concrete while I walk along the street. My book pages once a beloved, beautiful, big tree carrying history through hundreds of years. I wish people would care about the trees so it's fair, If you want air you really need to bare.

As the sinking sun collapses into the ocean, the day is done.The history of the trees are getting cut down one by one. The trees will be gone and our world will be broken. How can you let this be our future? The smell of eucalyptus leaves overtakes my lungs. Grey skies with a smoky haze looking over the burning trees.

The burnt bark and tree stumps watching their siblings getting destroyed each second, they wish they could help. I can hear the buzzing of a chainsaw, People discussing what they are going to build on top of once beautiful nature. Sea kelp waving their hands from far away chanting so the trees can stay. I wish I could save the trees, the trees that saved me.