The silent sound of falling tree
The oil that chokes the dying sea.
They push our planet to it’s ruin.
Those foolish ones what be they doing?
A tree it falls to sorry end.
My mystic tree, my dearest friend.
Oh how I loath the things they do
They’re taking life from me and you.
As men get rich with worthless things
Through corruption, greed does bring.
They spill their slime each where they go
Making sure that naught can grow
With seas a dying, choked of life
As grey green slime be causing strife.
Sea creatures cry and scream with fear
The planet dies, cause greed won’t hear.
The ozone layer’s looking sick
As populations grow more thick
The greenies try to combat greed
But their advice there’s none that heed
This thing weighs heavy in the air.
The tower crumbles, they don’t care!!.
This Planet dies ‘it heeds them well!’
As man, he paves his way to hell.
Copyright © Peter Duggan