The willow tree whispered in my ear, it’s breathe brushing against me,

so calm and peaceful,

as it shed its final tear.

I pondered on what to do,

Should I run, or should I cry,

I wondered and wondered on what was best to do.

Before I knew it tears were sliding down my cheek,

And no matter what I tried to think,

I never stopped feeling so empty and so week.

If only we had know better,

If only we had cared.

About the environment around us,

And the forests that used to be shared...