We need the trees!

One by one, the branches drop to the ground

Hopelessly they lay, not daring to make a sound

But the people keep chopping, without any shame

They are the reason there’s not many trees that remain

It needs to come to an end, it’s truly obscene

They’re not only killing the trees, they’re also killing the treasurable creatures in between

In between the leaves, and throughout all the breeze 

I really don’t get it, why are they so keen?

They’re killing this precious earth, so vast

How could they have such cold hearts?

It’s too late now, it’s all behind us 

I guess all we can do is try, but quickly, and without any fuss

But quicker than the loggers

And faster than the choppers

We have to try and make an effort 

To not leave these forests dryer than a desert

I believe we can make a change 

But we need to hurry

Before we progress the next stage…