In the whispers of the forest, a tale is told,
Of ancient giants, proud and bold,
Their leaves once kissed the sky, emerald and gold,
Now they fall, their stories unfold.

The ax swings with a heartless grace,
Cutting deep into the forest’s face,
The earth mourns in its quiet embrace,
As the green turns into an empty space.

Rivers cry as they lose their shade,
Creatures run, their homes invade,
The balance of nature begins to fade,
In the shadows of the choices made.

Can you hear the silent scream of the trees?
Begging for mercy on the whispering breeze,
Let’s heed their call, let’s plant the seeds,
To restore the forest, to fulfill their needs.