"Poet Tree" Corner

Forest Poem
Sky scraping trees tower over my head. 
Loquacious birds 
Fly from tree to tree 
Occasionally, 
I come out here surrounded by nature, 
In the woods, 
Where all is peaceful. 
In a day, 
All could disappear. 
When workers and loggers come 
To kill these trees 
To make room for new houses 
Or to make wood for building. 
The only things they don't realize 
Are all the animals 
Who are now without a home 
Because of them. 
Admiring the scenery, 
I stay for a long time, 
For it might not be there tomorrow.