Save the trees,
save the bees.
Shall we appease
all off these
ideas to change today?

I highly doubt that I apply,
The bees are plump and tree grow high.
Instead, I look at those around me.

Some are happy, some are sad
some are netruel, others mad.
What if I were them?

What if every person on the block
wrote a letter at 5 o'clock.
The when a strong breeze blew
out the widows the letters went threw
carried them for just a while
bringing people many a smile.

For in each note 
we wrote
a reason to be happy for today.