Death of a Tree Aka Dead Tree

The signs of coming times/resonating within these rhymes.
Nature has taken its toll/ it is due to the humans roll.
We stand back and watch it happen/her leave have fallen, skin blacken.
She stands alone in a field still tall/
Invaded by bugs, taking it all.
We destroy forests, animals homes/ because of our gluttony, where do they roam.
The animals move closer to our neighborhood/ we have taken what's theres and all their goods.
This dead tree is a testament to times/our gluttonous behavior, read between the lines.
We as people continue to take/ not realizing what is at stake.
The more we continue this dead tree will have friends/when will it stop, when will it end?