As we sit and go about our day,
Our whole little world stands
A little taller
And our nature shrinks
a little smaller.
Everyday we chop trees in their slumber,
But do we really need this much lumber?
Everyday we devour all this paper
Stamping it with ink,
And making drawings that look okay,
Just to crumple them up and throw them away,
Means buying more paper for the very next day.
More trees crashing to the ground,
Makes animals hurt all around
As our air gets more polluted,
Where are those trees we cut away?
They’re not here to save the day.
All because of us, and if we keep it up,
We all know what will come.