Analysis of The Wood Cutter

The wood cutter cut down all of the wood’s wood,
He cut down all the trees which landed with a thud,
Dear wood cutter this is called deforestation,
The centre of Mother Nature’s creation,
You repeatedly abuse her gift
You only think of money never her precious tree swifts,
Use something else for a change,
And stop obsessing over your wage,
My loyalty is with the trees,
Until you stop being a plant based disease