Not Going Down Without A Fight Poem by Lauren Coles

Not Going Down Without A Fight

Not going down without a fight
Trees stay in one place,
People have to do the dirty work of cutting down trees,
Trees are like disobedient kids,
Just like old people trees get old too,
People use chainsaws to cut trees,
New trees grow in their place,
It's like a new baby being born.

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