Can you hear my tiny voice,
Do you hear me croak?
Am I insignificant,
Perhaps even a joke?
You may not care about my life
But I may be the clue
I am an indicator of
The things affecting you
My home is in the forests
On this planet you call Earth
But humanoids are clear-cutting
The trees for all their worth
I need someone to speak for me
And others of my kind
All the creatures of the forests
Little saviors of mankind
We’re disappearing one by one
And you don’t blink an eye
Tomorrow may just be too late
To ask the reason why.
If I should face extinction
Perhaps you will not mind, but
It may just indicate
That you may not be far behind!
We’re only little creatures
And we do not have a choice, so...
Is anybody listening
Can you hear my tiny voice?
Norma Pain, Parksville