There’s a tree outside your window
Go call its name today
For tomorrow it may not be there
And you may want to say,
“There was a day when I knew trees
By bark and limb and leaves,
Before they were all swept away
By this civilized disease.
And, where the pavements parch the ground,
Once lovely, stately trees stood ‘round
And murmured softly in the breeze,
And cleansed our air and in those trees
Something called birds would sing and play.
Yes, long ago there was a day...”
Written to a dying palm in Nassau