I wonder if our money's worth
What we are doing to the Earth
But all that paper painted green
Is a pale spectre of a tree
The ones who gave us
Food and clothing
Shade and shelter
Hands and feet
We cut them, burn them wantonly
And fill the atmosphere with heat
And gas and dust and ash and smoke
Enough to make the creatures choke
There used to be a lot of them
The trees that gave us oxygen
Our tangled shuttles break the loom
Carbon born and carbon doomed
We'll find that trees are what we need
When we find money cannot breathe