The big, beautiful birch tree outside my window,
Standing strong against the gentle breeze.
The shouts, and moans of the tree next to me,
All dressed up in lights,
being stripped of its bark by careless children,
but,
it still grows on.
Trees surround us,
outside,
inside,
in cartoons,
and books.
Whether we realize it or not,
trees give us the air we breathe,
walls and roofs for our homes,
hulls and masts for our boats,
chairs for us to sit on,
and rocking horses for us to have fun,
Trees are our life,
Whether we accept it or not,
believe it or not,
either way,
it's still true
Standing strong against the gentle breeze.
The shouts, and moans of the tree next to me,
All dressed up in lights,
being stripped of its bark by careless children,
but,
it still grows on.
Trees surround us,
outside,
inside,
in cartoons,
and books.
Whether we realize it or not,
trees give us the air we breathe,
walls and roofs for our homes,
hulls and masts for our boats,
chairs for us to sit on,
and rocking horses for us to have fun,
Trees are our life,
Whether we accept it or not,
believe it or not,
either way,
it's still true
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