Your limbs are withered and gray,
Your leaves are crumpled and torn.
Your roots hold you in dismay,
Mother Earth lets you mourn.

This world is killing you,
These people don't care about your health.
Even the sky isn't as blue.
People nowadays only care about their self.

Yet, no one notices, no one minds,
Everything is dying,
Even your pines.
But not a soul knows, that you're crying.

Soon you will die and wither away,
But the world will just go on like everything's okay....