On Trees and Life
In the end what will we have?
In the end, will our vast greed
Satisfy our very basic needs?
When the air becomes stale
And the sky becomes pale
When all the trees have died
Will we then be satisfied?
When the sky becomes dark
And there are no more parks
No more places for children to play
And we no longer see the light of day
And when we rely on false support
And there is only pallid news to report
Our oceans finally laid to waste
Will we still say "what's the haste?"
It is already too late
For us to any longer wait
The global heat is only rising
A direct consequence of man's devising.
But if we turn this around soon
We may avert this infernal doom.
In the end, what will we have?
It's up to me and you.
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