In the trees

Silence before the bees,

Now the grotesque plastic 

Makes the people fantastic 

All animals living in fear

As they all shed  a tear 

For their lasting fate 

They took their last best mate 

To the the death road

To find the crooked toad

A tree, 

Standing in her beautiful glee

The great flora hotel 

Provides shelter like a motel

It’s also called home, the big, fabulous tree

For the animals that come and go as a three.