Some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue

Do their secret words in the woods, confusing to us have much value

They were born just small twigs, living and growing up with the vines

While us humans dreamed of wooden tables, to put their fancy wines

We must have the best furniture, in our mansions and guest house

This was spoken through the walls, with voices squeaking like a mouse

The outside trees, knew those certain demanding words as they grew

We let you climb us and play, and we shade you from sun and sky blue

The mighty oak and the weeping willow, spoke to all those in the breeze

We as Mother Nature’s children, beg to you humans don’t cut us please