PHILIP KAUPA

An entry in the 2015 Rivers Award
for Writing on Peace & Harmony

Inhale some fresh air, it’s free
Coming from our friendly neighbour, the tree
Too many trees carelessly felled today
Oxygen depleted, carbon dioxide at play

I wish the trees could demand a fee
Or grow legs to kick, or flee
We all have a house in which to stay
Trees are the reason we live this way

Inhale some fresh air
Take a small tree
Get on your knee
Plant a tree today

Tell a friend, ‘You must see
We cannot live without the tree’

Inhale some fresh air