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.