There is a place,
A place with flowers of grace.
With a pond filled with fish,
Where you can toss quarters and make a wish.
Peace and harmony awaits you there,
Laughter and love fills the air,
But Alas most people don’t care.
They chop it down and rip it apart,
The chainsaws are blaring,
The trees are screaming,
The poor animals are weeping,
Without hope they run in fear,
For they are next, their lives so dear.
While there is still time.
Stop the maddness,
End the crime.