Blank pages are as wasted as the tress cut down to make them.
Every trunk, every branch,
Every leaf, every stem.
They supply us with life and the beauty of nature,
But are unwillingly cut down by the greedy creatures.

The trees of green will never be seen
If we don't stop these money grabbing fiends.
They thought they were clever,
Didn't realize beauty lasts forever,
We must stop them from continuing their endeavors.

Trees that are tall, tress that are small,
Trees that are brown, or those that seem down,
All deserve to live free.

So we stand here proud,
Our opinions said loud,
"You won't take these trees,
By the power of me."