Timber!
Watch the pride of Sheffield fall,
The greenest city of them all,
No more.
The council has betrayed us,
Cut down the trees that shade us,
Without even asking if it's right.
They come in the night,
And in broad day light,
With saws, trucks and disregard,
The leafy paradise backyard,
Now a concrete boulevard,
Of stumps, chumps, and bumps in the paving,
From where our friends used to be.
Stop murdering our trees.
Rowan Blair Colver
Watch the pride of Sheffield fall,
The greenest city of them all,
No more.
The council has betrayed us,
Cut down the trees that shade us,
Without even asking if it's right.
They come in the night,
And in broad day light,
With saws, trucks and disregard,
The leafy paradise backyard,
Now a concrete boulevard,
Of stumps, chumps, and bumps in the paving,
From where our friends used to be.
Stop murdering our trees.
Rowan Blair Colver
