The Woods I Loved

  The woods I loved, the woods I knew,
  Were all cut down because of you.
  You didn't care about the wild.
  You only cared that people smiled. 
  
  You didn't try to conserve or save,
  You killed everything that God had made,
  
  And when I saw, and when I knew.
  The hurt inside grew and grew.
  It hurt so much inside, I cried.

  But you didn't care, how could you care? 
  You had to fill that awful need,
  and that, of course, you know is greed. 

  ©1973 Karla Tipton