Withered flowers, broken stems;
Torn leaves, lying like fallen gems.
Innocent trees, now fallen dead
A mindless battlefield, a forest that bled.
I heard them today, those terrifying sounds
Wrecking and felling homes to the ground
This is just the start, I hear the animals say
They will come, they warn us, for your forest another day.
I flit my wings and fly above the carnage
Precious life destroyed by a human and machine barrage
Do they not see? Do they not hear?
The shrieks and cries of my friends, so dear?
Where are those chirps, those sweet melodies?
Those heartfelt songs and amusing parodies.
Oh! The fun that we had, the games that we played.
How I wish these memories will not fade.
Fade, like the forest that I see down below,
A lush haven it was once, where the river did flow.
Now a barren, hate filled land
With only murderers and thieves, and other such clans.
The tears will not stop, the pain will only grow;
Fear in our hearts; what next, will they show.
The law of the jungle is dead and gone,
For the law of the man is now born.
By Sumira Khan (firstname.lastname@example.org)