Deforestation Devastation

As we stand tall, destruction is present,

the sound of chainsaws and axes haunt the rainforest.

The number of us trees decrease,

falling as fast as dominos every day.

I weep tears of grief as I hear the thump,

 of fellow trees falling to the ground.

As we stand tall, we trees shelter the animals, such as monkeys and birds,

where would they go when us trees become extinct?

Us trees take the C out of CO2,

yet the significance of the role we play for the Earth is ignored.

Instead, we are used as a disposable way to make money.

What more can we do to be used sustainably?

As we stand tall the scent of gasoline lurks in the atmosphere

as the chainsaws roar the word destruction

and the trucks beep the word devastation.

As I stand tall, I watch my home, the rainforest, rapidly change into a ruin.

The humans are here, I know the end of the line is almost near.

I watch the near-empty space where we all once stood,

as I fall to the ground.

The end of the line has come.