They take their chain-saw armies
And cut down all the trees
To make a chair, a house and cash!
They need the wood for these.
But later, when they couldn’t breathe
And it was far too late to wonder
Oxygen comes from wondrous trees
They’re not just there to plunder.
The world survives by balance
We ignore that every day
And soon there may be no trees left
There’ll be a price to pay.
©JoeW – Trees, we should love them more…2021