Old Dark Trees
By Jackie C.
The old dark trees,
The young fresh flowers,
It could all be gone,
In just a few hours.
The old dark trees,
The wind that's rushing through them,
It's all so great,
We can't afford to lose them.
The old dark trees,
Their long entwining branches,
They're being cut down,
We have to stop the loggers.
The old dark trees,
The young fresh flowers,
It could all be gone,
In just a few hours.
The End