FORESTS

Do you see the mighty forests
With their sense of ages past?
Of all who've shared their presence
Are we to be the last?

Man cuts down the forests
Not always with just cause
Now in this march of "progress"
Its time to call a pause.

Man craves the land for building
He burns the wood for fuel,
But scars he leaves behind him
So savage and so cruel.

Its time to stop the slaughter
To save what we have left,
Or the world we leave our children
Will be a world of trees bereft.

Yes I see the mighty forests
With their sense of ages past,
Of all who've shared their presence
We must not be the last.

COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 2009