To this day I still see
the trees
being cut down and fields vanishing
forever under a sea of concrete.
Read
on my friend and then take a look around
your neighborhood.
A man came from the city.
He came to cut down the trees and build
the roads.
To burn the fields and drive away the
animals.
But when he saw the the beauty and the
Glory of our God.
The mighty oaks above and the fine earth
below.
He fell to his knees and wept.
Now he lives in the forest and loves the
forest as his brother.
When will the destruction end.
When there is no more trees
When there is no more room.
When all you see is concrete
asphalt.
When the screech of a soaring eagle is
replaced by the roar of a jet.
When the only masked bandits you see
have guns
We must stop the destruction.
Let us not leave buildings in place of
trees as our legacy to our children.