World without trees

Come my brother think what is best.

Is it best the old ways to forget?

Our Forefathers thought not.

Is life the best to live with regret?

That through the years, so to live in fear.

What we know is very near?

For in the land, the trees so stand.

To praise the Makers hand.

To fall a tree and see not the years.

That in glory it did stand.

Made by the Makers hand.

The tree so lived, to protect the land.

That the land! Would not turn to sand.

To the mighty who made the trees fall.

Thinking not! The trees are for all.

They will soon lay within their graves.

And there will be no trees to give them shade.

For the life of the trees.

Should be sacred to you and me.

For its life! Gives life to you and me.

The air it keeps so clean.

The air! We hold supreme.

For our breath there should be no less.

The ground around the tree.

Is sound to you and me.

And to its crown, life can be found.

The earth the tree holds its worth.

Deep down its roots hold the earth.

Though nature may give its worst.

Fall a tree and replace it not here.

Through the years I do fear.

Soon there will be no trees here.

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The Great Spirit made life.

To replace itself just right.

But if you take that tree life.

Before it is right.

Then there is no life, to go on just right.

The world was made.

Man ways to save.

But it too has rights.

Though man has some commands.

It is the Makers hand.

That commands the land.

So too! Serve man.

It is the Makers great light.

That gives all life.

And all have rights.

It would be an awful sight.

If the Maker were to take away that great light.

For we would be a world without sight.

Do you not see.

The value of the trees?

For where would we be?

In a world without trees?