Air, trees, and lives they bring,
The sweet songs every birds sing.
A green nature they are to us,
Sweet air they give without the fuss.
Love and care they will always need,
How lovely they grow from a seed.
The sadness of them passing away,
Have a green thumb is what I must say.
Cutting the trees is the end of the green,
And the world’s pleasure will never be seen.
Save those trees to live happily,
And a new beauty on earth you will see.
Bow down to trees like you do to God,
Because going against nature has never worked.