They keep the balance of nature,
and stay in forests and towns,
we are the most immature,
for trying to cut them down.
If it wasn't for them we would all be dead,
they take all the load,
we always see how they bed,
the place where we want a road.
They are very pretty indeed,
they flower in the spring,
we are the ones who they lead,
without knowing a thing.
They come of many different colours,
they are the beautiful trees,
above them, the birds that hover,
watch them sway in the breeze.
and stay in forests and towns,
we are the most immature,
for trying to cut them down.
If it wasn't for them we would all be dead,
they take all the load,
we always see how they bed,
the place where we want a road.
They are very pretty indeed,
they flower in the spring,
we are the ones who they lead,
without knowing a thing.
They come of many different colours,
they are the beautiful trees,
above them, the birds that hover,
watch them sway in the breeze.
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