In the heart where green once thrived,
Silent echoes now reside,
Whispers of trees that used to dance,
In the gentle breath of chance.

The axe falls with a merciless sound,
Leaves tremble as they kiss the ground,
Roots severed from their ancient hold,
Stories of life left untold.

Birds sing of a world once wide,
Where shadows played and dreams reside,
Now the sun scorches bare earth,
Stealing away the forest’s mirth.

Yet hope lingers like morning dew,
In every seed that dares renew,
A promise whispered by the breeze,
To restore the songs among the trees.