Cari Creek

Cari Creek Pastel clouds swirl with gloomy grey,

Marking the end to a lovely day.

Boom, Thrash, Crash.

There falls a tree,

Knocking me over onto a knee.

The rest of the animals run and flee.

I whisper, “What about me?”

Swish, Swish.

The trees are calm, then in front of me falls another tree.

I whisper again, “What about me?”

What about this poor big tree?

The poor tree lying in-front of me?

The poor thing can’t run or flee,

So why am I worried

Just about me?

Why is this tree much calmer then me?

Are they worried about others like me?

There is a tree in front of me, so peaceful and quiet.

There I see, drifting in the river, away from me,

There goes a beautiful tree.

To protect our land from deforestation, we must unite the people in our nation.

They’ll all destroy the trees till there’s only one seed, all because of their greed.

If we act now, I know somehow the trees will feel better not under the weather

And all will be well; wouldn’t that be swell.?