The forest has many trees,
Many birds, and many bees,
But the reason this poem is written,
Is for the trees that have been smitten.
Many poor trees get cut down,
Just thinking of it makes me frown.
They are also the reason we have air;
And without them, we all will be bare.
They also give animals food and homes,
It would be sad if they starvingly roam.
How do people who cut them down,
Never feel bad or ever frown?
Let’s try saving forests, animals and trees;
For it’ll be better for the Earth, you and me.
May, 2024
