My Special Tree

As I was tired, you let me lean on you.

I tell you about my day and even though you don't have a face, I know you're listening.

Thank you for being there for me. 

There is not a tree like you. 

But why chop you down? 

Another tree, but it's just not the same.

Why would they, tree? Maybe not a little, but still my favourite. 

Why is what's going on in their head? 

They think it's just a tree; every tree deserves to live.

Tragic in Despair. 

Who will I lean on, who will I tell about my day that will actually listen?

Will I tell you all my secrets now? Why would they drop you down?

Was a short amount of time I spent with you. 

It was the best time I've ever spent with a tree and I will never forget. No matter what you made into paper firewood or some other useless thing you'll always be my special tree. 

The one question is, why would they chop you down?

Why are they so evil?

There was nothing wrong with you, nothing at all, you will just be perfect.

Why would they drop you down, why would they chop you down?