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
