© Soccergirlmet
Sky scraping trees tower over my head.
Loquacious birds
Fly from tree to tree
Occasionally,
I come out here surrounded by nature,
In the woods,
Where all is peaceful.
In a day,
All could disappear.
When workers and loggers come
To kill these trees
To make room for new houses
Or to make wood for building.
The only things they don't realize
Are all the animals
Who are now without a home
Because of them.
Admiring the scenery,
I stay for a long time,
For it might not be there tomorrow.