The sun beats down upon my leaves,
My roots searching for water underneath the eaves,
But the rain is scarce and the ground is dry,
As the world around me starts to die.
I see the animals come and go,
Searching for food, but with nothing to show.
The birds have flown to lands afar,
As I stand still, under the burning star.
The wind once whispered secrets to me,
But now it roars, full of agony,
The storms rage, with lightning bright,
As the world around me struggles to fight.
I am a tree, a part of nature's plan,
A symbol of life, of strength and span,
But the world around me is changing fast,
And my life, my home, is slipping past.
So I stand here, watching, waiting,
Hoping that the world can start abating.
The damage that has been done,
Is worrying only some, but affecting everyone.
For we are all connected, by earth and sky,
And as we hurt the planet, we too will die,
But if we act, and if we try,
We can still save our home, before its loss makes us cry.
