Deforestation Poem


Oakland, the city I was raised, used to be filled with oak trees,

With cool winters and warm summer breezes,

Slowly over time, the numbers of those trees started declining,

More roads created and more people driving

Mass destruction of trees called deforestation

Trees no longer in creation,

Like every animal, they eat and thrive,

When trees are cut down, they don’t survive,

So many animal homes are destroyed for the benefit of humans,

Nature’s beauty well all ruined,

Parking lots and stores are created and trees are destroyed

It’s a benefit for some but others are annoyed

The destruction of trees creates less biodiversity,

Looking around and all the same trees universally,

We must come together and unite

Reach out to people and fight

Let’s go outside and march till our feet clatter

Because like everything else, tree’s lives matter


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