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I felt the tree in my hands, and it felt very good,

but I couldn’t understand, why they cut it down for wood…

Couldn’t understand why, man would chop it down,

that would make me cry, seeing fall to the ground…

I smelt its leaves, as they danced in the breeze,

tasted its sap, now I’m a happy chap…

Happy for the birds, now they have a home,

they sing without words, in a choir or all alone…

When the little insects get tired, they rest happily,

from the sun they hide, in the shade of the tree…

My grandpa too, sits beneath the tree,

says he feels free, this is the place to be…

I gaze at the tree tops, will climb it like a stair,

I will never stop, I think heaven is up there…

So axeman please, dont chop down the tree,

let it grow for me, for I’am only three……..end