I'm a Tree

I am turning an icky brown,

My leaves are refusing yo grow back.

Many of my brethren are no longer standing.

I blame the ones who storm into my home,

Hurt my family.

I wish I could move,

So I could do something about it.

I guess it is lucky that I can't move.

I just want to stand nice and tall.

Let the world marvel at my beauty.

Stop hitting us to the ground,

Over a little petty fit.

I am here to stand for the rest of eternity,

If you'd only let me.

Soon, what beauty will you have to "admire"?

You break through it all,

Ruining it and disgracing it.

I am a tree, 

And this is what I want.

No more deforesting.

Leave my brethren alone.