The trees cries

 

A tall timber tree stands tall,

In a quiet forestry, dancing it all

Gently swaying in the breeze

I'm sure it's at ease

A treasure to our environment 

A provider of shade

A haven for many

A food factory for all,

Until woodcutters came

Its fate was sealed.

Angry axes chopped it down

The tree cried out in sad

In a shaggy voice it said : 

I don't deserve this, 

I serve and provide ! 

It fell, offered words so great:

Save more of us

For  generations to come,

Protect what remains, 

Plant more of us