I am the deer that hides in the trees,
I hate these beer cans that stick to my feet,
I hate this paper that i accidentally eat,
I hate these dirty wrappers that are a "treat",
My poor land is becoming a mess,
Because all the humans just think of themselves,
But there is far more danger,
When that gas leaks out,
All animals run for their lives,
But only few will survive,
My once wonderful land,
Is now just a junk yard.
