I do truly have a love
inside for precious trees.  
They are such a special gift,
painting sky with their leaves.

They're sacred, and delicate,
with love to give, you bet.
A treasure for all mankind.
They never are a threat.    

A special being is a tree,
meant yes to reach far out.
Hug it now to feel it strength
and then you’ll give a shout.

Scream for them to have their rights
They are alive and pure.
Trees are standing monuments
with wisdom thats for sure.

Wind whistles through all seasons
It moves with special rhyme.
When you gather near its trunk,
you’ll know it is divine.

Listen to its wisdom now
It will empower you.
Say a prayer of gratitude.
It is the thing to do.