And though I write these saddened words
On the white sheets of forest abhorition
Owing their malice to both industrial
And to aboriginal organisations of destruction
My heart bleeds with every stroke of axe
and every growling chain-saw making contact
The sap oozing clear as day or moonlight May
I too, am that tall tree.

And my roots lie firmly in the sky
feeding me the strength to live
showing me worlds from long ago
Telling me that I must believe

For everyday my branches are cut
And everyday my leaves fall down
Everyday that comes to light
gives me reasons for a frown

But my eyes tell me to wonder
far beyond the world I know
And as the sun sets on september
I see the smiles from long ago

Phalo planted trees
yes Phalo planted a tree
Phalo planted three trees
Yes; one of those was me