Death of The Producer

We're alive
breathing and sleeping

We're alive
dormant but observant

We're alive
producing and doing no harm

We're alive
being taken advantage of

Help us please
humans have become a virus; a deadly disease

Scorched, burned in mass amounts
Nature's holocaust; a planetary body count

Cutting and killing
uprooting and tilling

But we're alive

We only produce the air you breathe
and you mutilate us, from beneath

But we're alive

Standing tall
waiting for the imminent fall

Silent, unable to cry
we're alive
How could you let us die?