My little tree,
All filled with leaves.
So alone out there,
All by itself.
My little tree,
Almost died you see.
But I brought it back,
From the brink of death.
Soon it will have,
A brother or sister.
From the nursery it will come,
To be planted along side.
Hopefully they will grow,
And add breath to the air.
For the more we plant,
The healthier this land will be.
The world has lost so much,
And cannot be replaced as before.
What there is now,
Are only spindly little things.
The forrests are nearly gone,
By so much carelessness.
People needing space to live,
And fires raging like demons.
I do my part,
But it's not enough.
Everyone must help,
In whatever way that's true.
If things don't change,
And soon they must;
Then trees will be gone,
And so will Earth's life.
We must have trees,
Cause they give us air.
We must have air to breathe,
So we need the trees.
Plant a tree in your yard,
And add air to our world.
Help make a park in your area,
So our children will have a future.
We must do what we can,
To save what little that's left.
Trees matter after all,
In the scheme of things.
No more forced burning,
And no more unecessary building.
There has to be a limit,
Or we shall surely all parish.
Time can only tell,
What the future brings.
Only God knows all,
But He give us freedom of choice.
I care not to preach,
But only to warn.
Everyone must change,
Or fear to breathe.
by Jann Newland
(copyright July 2002)
