The Ultimate Death of Man

I wrote this for my english class, we had to write about perserving nature...

Towering high, blocking out the clear blue sky
Stretching as far as the eyes can see
With their twisting roots and stubby trunks
Trying to hide from the death of reality

Feelings of death creep, constantly trying to get a peep
The greed of man is too much
Seeing only giant stacks of paper, instead of helpless life
Man begins to murder

As if predicted by a seer, the smell of death appears
The steel-toothed lions have arrived
Their death-black clouds rise over the sky
Sealing the fate of the giants of this land

The lions sputter and roar, and into the trees they bore
Slicing into the thick, stubby trunks
The bloody dust starts rushing from the gashes
As the snapping begins, and the giants start to tumble

You can now see the sky, no matter where you lie
The once proud giants have been reduced to merely bumps in earth
Life here has been eradicate because of our greed
And no one seems to weep

This killing frenzy has become a boom, and it will surely lead to man’s doom
If man does not show remorse, he will suffocate and die
And forever he will lie like his murdered life-line
Because man was on deaths list the moment he chose greed, and ignored the brains heed