Don't cut us down

Don't cut us down 

Don't chop us, smack us, let us drown.

Don't kill our beauty that lies within.

Don't turn us into axes to kill us again.

Don't destroy the homes of innocent souls:

The birds, the bees, the leaves, the trees.

Such innocent things.

Birds for feathery fluffy hats.

Bees for honey and things like that.

Leaves to step on; don't care about them at all

And trees to do all that once more.

Everyone waits for the thunderous sound.

A chop of an axe and then I fall down.

Not much for the loggers,

No not much for them,

But oh, what a heartache

For those whose life comes to an end.