This poem is about orang-utans and how they are endangered.
The Last Tree.
The man of the forest swinging through the treetops,
Branch to branch, high above the ground.
All of a sudden he hears distant thunder,
The roar of engines and clanking machines.
The man of the forest looking for food,
Tucking in to wonderful fruit.
His world, his food getting smaller and smaller,
Finding food is harder each day.
The man of the forest sleeping in the canopy,
Making a nest from the leaves and the twigs.
His home and his bed are all in the forest,
Where will he sleep when the last tree is gone?