Wood cutter

The wood cutter cut down all of the wood’s wood,
He cut down all of 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 generous gifts,
You only think of money never her precious tree swifts,

Use something else for a change,
 stop obsessing over your wage,
My loyalty is to the trees,
Until you stop being a plant based disease,