Forests are becoming nothing,
Oxygen is fading,
Riding cars taking parts of trees,
England’s Forests at fate,
Souls of trees leaving them,
Trees becoming fired up.
A good acrostic poem, well done using the imagery today.
Forests are becoming nothing,
Oxygen is fading,
Riding cars taking parts of trees,
England’s Forests at fate,
Souls of trees leaving them,
Trees becoming fired up.
A good acrostic poem, well done using the imagery today.