Save the Trees

Silent giants oxygen machines The lungs of mother nature Wilderness wonderlands Coppice, copse, or just a stand Thicket, timberland Parks for playing hide and seek Natures vast expanse A land of plants and trees galore A place of peace and quiet Not a place for corporate greed Poisoned water, acid rain Tarmac covered over coat Air pollution, choking smoke Brought to you by business folk Politian’s cry false tears And pledge to save the sacred trees Spending money made of paper How ironic Save the trees