Remember: Take hold of your time here.

Which one of us has the urge to change the world?
Who will protect us when the terrors' unfurled?
On countless days, this passes us by,
you can see the change in daylight's sky.
These tree's they sway with sorrow,
four out of ten, will die tomorrow.
We can understand these angry, and valiant faces,
all of which try to save these places.
Weapons of destruction, these tools of fear,
soon before long, our forest's won't be here.
Void of it's beauty, and fresh clean air,
humanity only says, and doesn't act like it cares.
Beaches will fill, and cities will drown,
our entire world could be turned upside down.
We all enjoy our walks, and night's on the town,
but the people who do care, get treated like clowns.
You have to stand up, and just do what they say,
because just like the tree's, we could be dead the next day.