There was a tree I knew of,
Way back in the woods,
It wasn't like the others,
Tall and proud,
Innocent and beautiful.
When I look out of my window,
I can see the memory.
I'm not sure why they decided to cut it down,
But they did.
I saw a man come,
He had a ragged chainsaw,
I was frightened,
I prayed: "Not that tree,"
"Not my tree,"
But the man walked to my tree
And revved the saw.
I couldn't watch,
But I heard the saw's growl,
The tree's cracking cry,
I looked, and saw an empty sky.
The man wiped his forehead,
And looked at his work,
But then he sat down,
And put his head in his hands.
