Bonus: The last tree

As we look out the window,

The city bustles,

Full of greys and industrial hues.

A speck of green stands within it all.

A tree, old and wise,

Has seen how this city grew.

From little town to massive metropolis,

Years have gone in mass.

This place used to be lush,

Green, bold, beautiful.

Then humans settled,

Ploughing and destroying nature as if it was a pest.

Decades left as the giant grew old,

People looked at it with awe and shame.

Some want it cut, others not

This old tree was all that was left.