Just a poem about my opinion on cutting down trees. Even if we can't save them all, shouldn't we be trying to find cures to the rots and diseases that ravage the things that give us so much air? I suppose, maybe it is too much. But I can dream. Also, the poem is written rather simply, I guess.
Rated: K+ - English - Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 62 - Published: 5/14/2016 - Complete