"Mother Nature: A Poem Honoring the Queen of the gentle happiness she brings"

Birds singing, my ears ringing,

The chainsaw swinging.

Don’t cut down the trees,

I beg you, please.

Don’t tease the seas,

It would mean a lot to me.

To see the seas blue and to see the trees green,

Don’t be mean,

Don’t make the trees sneeze nor make them wheeze,

I beg you, please.