Poem

Don't Kill Me (Trees)

Humans, how merciless we are,

Killing numerous trees every hour,

The sources of our life,

We just kill them every time.

Oxygen in the air,

We breathe in, very fair,

When it will vanish,

We will all be banished.

Humans, how selfish we are,

Planning our death every hour,

When the trees are cut,

We will only get hurt.

Few trees are planted,

Many more are abolished,

There is not much time left,

For all the trees to be dead.

Don't cut them,

Don't kill them,

They are our life saviors,

So give them some honors.

Save trees, be free.