The trees, they stand so tall and proud
In forests green and cities loud
Their leaves a canopy up high
A place for birds to rest and fly
Their trunks are strong, their roots run deep
A home for creatures who crawl and creep
A beauty that cannot be denied
A wonder borne of nature's pride
Yet we, in our rush to progress
Destroy their homes with little stress
We cut them down for roads and homes
Showing little care for those who roam
The trees have right to live, you see
Without them, what will come to be?
Their loss will cause a great decline
A world without them, so unkind
So let us cherish these creatures wise
Their presence, a blessing to our eyes
Let us protect them with all our heart
And play a role in their restart
For the trees have right to live and grow
To flourish and thrive, to continue their show
Let us honor them as they are due
For they are the lungs of our world, it's true.
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