The Last Tree

I remember on a misty morning
A girl who played blues in frowning
With blue gown and blue eyes crowning
I asked her why she was mourning

She told me with tears on cheeks
The woods had lost against the bricks
They could not hold, gave it to the might
The last tree was cut down last night

The birds have all become so homeless
What would they sing, they're so hopeless
There is no shadow in the sight
The last tree was cut down last night

The road is built there overnight
The sections intersect there upright
A souvenier shop stands on that cross-section
Where the last tree is sold in fraction

The last fruit is preserved in the museum
Everyone flocks there with great zeal
But as they love all that's surreal
They find it uninteresting what's real

The leaves are no longer lying around
The blower machines have no sound
Now no need to clean the road
Humanity cut down its last load

The world is now squares and rectangles
And nothing grows at some odd angles
All irregularities are now eliminated
The regular progress is thus fascilitated

The girl in blue kept singing the blues
Telling the news in all the hues
The nature was finally conquered in fight
The last tree was cut down last night