In the depths of the forest, where trees reach so high, There lies a place where the Lorax does spy. A land full of beauty, but also of greed, Where the Onceler's actions sow despair like a seed. The animals cry out, their home destroyed, Their world disappearing, their joy devoid. But the Lorax stands strong, he speaks for the trees, His voice a reminder, a plea to the breeze. And now here we stand, in this land of despair, To share with you all, the need for care. To show you the power,...