On Killing a tree

 

Once a tree,

 So proud and free;

Oh! so very tall,

Who could never fall;

Bright and green,

Like one I've never seen;

On killing a tree....

He is no more free,

Dead with no more life,

After one swing of a knife (axe);

Oh I admired it,

But now It's long gone,

Before dawn;

With his last breath,

That ended with a threat;

No song to hear,

But now a great pain to bear.