Broccolis In the Forest

The broccolis in the forest, Which make air to breathe, They show their green feathers That stem out of their sheath. Fruits in our appetizers Fragrance from their flowers They work for our best In how they influence showers. Although their help is immense We still cut them down. We burn them for our fireplaces And they continue to frown. Soil erodes from places As floods come sweeping in. If we don't use common sense Our end will be seen. As always has existed There is a solution to this. We shouldn’t cut them down But should plant more of these. We should treat them as our own For they are kind and giving. Let’s all get unified To get the broccolis smiling.