Living Dead

a poem about the forests on earth.

The trees on Earth are brown and bare.

Yet some people here just don't care.

The trees are dead, not going to bed.



I enter a forest and what do i see?

The trees on the ground not where they should be.

They should be standing with all their hieght and might.

Why are they down on the ground?

No longer stuck in the mud, they crash with a big thud.

Shouldn't the people care that all our forests are bare.



The trees on Earth are brown and bare.

Yet some people here still don't seem to care.