Tree

A thousand tiny clusters

Of fresh, happy green
Growing through the summers
Dazzling with their sheen
Growing to protect
Growing to provide
Rewarded with neglect
And misplaced pride

In our ability to plunder
To pillage, to use
Nature in its wonder
It is time now, to choose
To preserve and to save
Our savior, the tree
Fight now, be brave
You owe it to the tree

With the smell of sweet flowers
And the rustle of copper leaves
One beholds the tree that towers
And its thousand brazen sieves
Tell tales of a better tomorrow
No hunger and no sorrow

Mighty, this tree, stands
Powerless at our hands

But should it be?