I took a stroll down Cypress Street
The hot sidewalk beneath my feet.
The one thing that stood out the most
Where trees once stood there were lampposts.
I'd never seen so much concrete
No Cypress left on Cypress Street.
According to my great aunt Gem.
There used to be a lot of them.
They cut them down.They took their wood.
A treeless street is plum no good!
Just like a treeless neighbourhood.
So tell the Mayor next time they meet...
To change the name to Lamppost street!
Question
1. What message does the poet want to convey to the Mayor​