The Tissue Issue
Soft as clouds and pure as snow,The humble tissue steals the show,But behind its touch so kind and light,Lurks a tale that’s far from right. Forests fall to meet demand,A single sneeze, a swiped hand,Trees that whispered with the breeze,Now lie in piles, no birds, no bees. Bleached and processed, white as bone,Chemicals seep where …










