Trees, they call out, “help!” 

As they flow in the gentle breeze. 

 

The more pollution we make,

the more the ground shakes.

 

“Plant a tree!

We too want to feel free.”

 

Walk on the grass, stroll in the park,

just know a graceful forest grew here in the past.

 

Weeks, months, years, yet the forest still sheds tears.

 

Koalas are shouting for freedom. 

You guys ignore them,

say you don’t need them.

 

I still don’t understand,

why people think more pollution is the solution. 

 

People are creating deforestation

so they can have better decorations!