The forest, green and filled with life
Supports ecosystems round the world of great heights
The rhythm of the wind whistles past the trees
I breathe in the air of this beautiful breeze
I see the axe that cuts the life
Swings and cuts as a really big knife
Sorry, it cries, this is my destiny!
Do you think I was made just to sit and be?
No, I respond with a whisper, and sigh
Then I call to the axman- "don't make the trees die!"
Leave the forest mighty be
Do you know what you take when you cut down a tree?"
The axman replies, "nature is my friend.
We use her resources end to end.
But see these saplings in my case?
For a tree cut down, one is put in its place."
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Twohandsup: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryFrom stars to bad luck to sleepovers to spring showers and everything in between, @twohandsup's Poetry Compilation features a rich array of beautiful poems to make you laugh, cry, smile, and live life just a little bit better. Filled with twohandsup...
