I wrote this when the Once-ler fandom was still a thing lmfao
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lorax.
The Lorax tried to talk sense into his friend one day, try to make him stop with his Thneed. But in the end, try as he might, he was turned away, for his friend was consumed by greed.
He wanted the Once-ler to listen, again he came to speak.
Too late he was though with his mission, for the Once-ler was at his peak with his ambition. He would stop by no means, no one could stop him mow - stop his show! - no one but his very own machines, who had levelled all the fields.
Together they watched the last Truffula tree hit the ground, it was bound to happen, they knew one day it was to be downed.
Around himself he built a wall, now overcome with regret and grief; This wasn't supposed to be! Old Once-ler looked at this whole mess; Hope of forgiveness all gone along with his belief, he should have listened to his yellow friend's fervent distress.
He who speaks for the trees has no longer meaning to be - for fallen has the last Truffula tree! Floating off to the skies, with a sad backwards glance, he left but one word for his broken friend, who looked lost at the vast, empty expanse;
"Unless."