I shall wonder all the time,
If we are committing crime.
This is why I will think so,
I will want you all to know.

There are loggers cutting down,
Trees in every single town.
For our paper everyday,
For each dollar that we pay.

Ruining the animals place,
For our selfish human race.
Then we take the space we’ve got,
That big, huge and empty lot.

For unnecessary roads,
Giving workers heavy loads.
Then we pay them with a tree,
Our selfish human race.

~ Marianna Wynne

Inspired by: The Story of Stuff