They'll all Just Die

Written by: Zelda Cane

I see them 
Cutting down the trees,
I see on the road
All the dead leaves.

Where will the animals live?
Where will the birds fly?
Without a home,
They'll all just die.

I look down
At the oil spill
The poor ocean
That it will fill.

What about the otter?
What about the seal?
The pain of theirs,
I just can't feel.

The sadness
Overwhelms me.
They just 
Need to flee.

But where will the animals live?
Where will the birds fly?
Without a home,
They'll all just die.