Trees
Where once tall trees
Shaded the leaves
And birds nested
In ancient oaks
Now tall blocks
Of cold hard stone
Shelter humming machines
Provide shade for
Whirling crisp packets
And hardening gum
Our world is dying
Though its inhabitants live on
Our earth is vanishing
Under concrete and gum
No more will the birds
Feeding their young
Land on branches
Or rustle the leaves
There are no birds
There are no branches
There are no trees
-- Alanna
Original Post
Here's a hint or bonus since you're here: 
You are just too true though, and as dear dpm (Dancing Pearly Margherita) said:
