Question

We were green trees,
Now we are just logs,
Neatly stacked,
For making tables, will soon be hacked.
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The first thing builders do.
Is to cut and fell us down.
Without thinking, they clear the ground,
couldnt they leave some of us around?

There were plenty of us,
Saplings, creepers, climbers and trees
The builders cleared the place And now call it 'Celebration Grace'!

With plenty of trees,
On which no birds sing,
No flowers bloom,
In spite of bright lights,
They are in gloom.

Orange, red, blue, green, glitter and gleam,
But these man-made trees
Can't do what we could.
We gave oxygen, beauty and wood.


So now if you cut, chop, chip,
Hack, hew or slash,
Keep the freshness of trees in mind,
Nothing can substitute us, nothing in kind nor cash.
please is poem ko define karen​

Answer 1

Answer:

okay but i did not understand your question bro

Answer 2

Very true we harm the nature, but they give us a lot