nature

You see that

Its a log

On fire

It once was alive

Probably older than five

People chop

Crop

And burn

Nothing to unturn

Nature

It can’t mature

Soon we’ll

Kill

And steal

Their lives

They once breathed

And believed

It could survive

Stay alive

But oh too late

Its fate

It happens again and again

Never escaping

No more gaping

Until

Uh oh

We can’t breath

Oh so vile

We file

Away

Stopping the sway

Pulling them from the clay

Bye bye son

The gun

The blood

The grease

And release

They are all dead

They are now packed around lead