.     If I was a tree in a forest
      where all that was different
      were seasons and I being a
      deciduous felt shame.

      Empty crows nests is all I
      would have to show for my
      entire years work as all my
      leaves scattered in the wind.

      The evergreens are so up
      themselves and would you
      look at their roots, set in the
      exact same soil as ourselves.

      Those pines give me the pip
      standing there prim and proper
      not a branch astray, what a
      homogeneous bunch of jerks.

      One day they too will get their
      comeuppance and be brought
      down to earth like everyone else,
      the Stihl wind can blow at anytime.