A tree is home to many creatures,
If they're big or if they're small,
The tree itself can have many features,
It can be short or tall,
A tree can have so many colors,
When Fall decides to come,
A feeder hangs from it's branch,
The wings of the bird hum,
But we're getting rid of all our trees,
Whether they're cut or they're burned,
But how to keep our world's trees,
Is a lesson we yet to have learned.
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