The People of Nature

All the deer and the fish, the geese and bears They are the proud people of the forest When they are slowly killed off, no one cares Because people think of them as a pest They chop down their trees to build their own house And poison their water so they can’t drink The least they could do is build a birdhouse But they don’t care and don’t stop to rethink They cause destruction and don’t realize All the pain and death and wounds that they cause They never hear all the animals’ cries When they have wounded tails or legs or paws So next time when you go cut a tree down It might just be part of a bluebirds’ town ~10/23/17 Please leave a comment and let me know what I can do to improve my poems!