Paper thin heart...

My name is The Forest, I give oxygen like the rest of us
Nature needs to be preserved, to disappear, this we don't deserve
With mobile phones
Email and future hope
I should be flourishing
Instead,
The chainsaw is hurting
With the heat my friends are burning
The human greed are still not learning
Come, visit me
I am a place of rest
I witness people fall in love
I change with seasons
I help the dreamers
So please,
Stop chopping, I've had enough
For I've created a breathing art
So please,
Look inside your paper thin heart!