Plop! into the garbage disposal it goes

But after that? Well no one knows

 

Think of what was used to make

The simplest things for goodness sake!

 

Imagine it isn't give and take

We cut the trees and drain the lake

 

When natives who lived there have nowhere to go

The work in factories to make their dough

 

And to make what? They're making the things

that we toss like straws and candy rings

 

In a blink of an eye, gone-wasted is the toil

And instead, it trashes its mother soil

 

As the environment we take perfect materials from is tired

And instead ridden with manmade stuff expired

 

Over time, there’s no plan

And we will destroy man

 

Unless…

 

We take a step back

And let the trees grow

 

There is nothing we lack

But the people so

 

Make a plan and some changes that way

Our beloved Green Planet will stay