Don’t cut down this tree
It is my home
My babies are up there.
There is no other place to go
You have taken away all the other places
In which to stay.
don’t cut down this tree
You will kill my young
My heart will break.
Soon, when all the trees are gone
All, will have come undone.
You’ll hear, no more
Morning songs in earnest
See, no soaring eagles in flight
There will be no more majestic skies,
In which to delight.
Life will become forever changed
For you, my friend
Because, this shall be
The beginning, of the end.
Don’t cut down this tree.
Forewarned the Robin in despair…
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Featured Image- Pond in Mabou, Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.