On Behalf of the Trees!
Hurt not the trees! The trees! The trees! Oh hurt not the trees! These majestic giants, Robed in green glory; Thick as thieves, Meek as mice, Ancient even as the land. Silent, calm, dignified. Shedding their incense upon a neglected realm. Long have they stood, deep in their root, tall in their reach massive in their girth keeping watch over us; from the blazing sun above, the blistering earth at our feet, and the carbonic gas in air. Come, let us go on our knees to thank and praise their worth! Oh, what a sight they make; What a view to see; What beauty to admire; Cheek to cheek, shoulder to shoulder, with intertwining boughs muttering their supplications over this wretched thoroughfare that has received naught but promise upon promise yet cannot be mended And now to be without them? They're the first shade of welcome and the last sigh of goodbye upon this dusty stretch. Is their death the price we must pay, For the promises to be fulfilled? Stop! Listen! Across the