I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.”
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
TREES HAVE A TALK
“Look at all the people”
Said little tree to his friend
“They’re always in such a hurry
Us, our limbs, to rend”
“Oh them? They’re not people”
Big tree retorted back
“They’re what we call slaves
Can’t you hear the loud whip crack”?
“It drives them every day
Chasing dreams that kill us trees
They never have enough
Just hope God hears our pleas”
“Gosh”said little tree, nodding his leaves
“I never saw it before
Now I don’t know who
To feel more sorry for”
“Us trees or those poor slaves
Sighing beneath greedy master
While we enjoy the sunshine
But their lives only move faster
Yeah, looks to me like big disaster!”
