The vast forest
The place we call modest
Growing smaller and smaller
While we earn every dollar

The birds fly away
And we sit there waiting for doomsday
But it is closer than we think
One day everything will be gone in a blink

As we wait for a change
Others declare outrage
If we don’t try
The world will run dry

Let us create a better future
So, get off your computer
Go change the world
As there is no third