the graceful tree

She sits there helping me, when I'm puzzled,
I just look out the window and there she is, swaying in the breeze
leaves as green as can be, tall and strong;
I watch her time after time, animals climb up her day after day
as hollows form, the birds move in.
Every time the feathered one go in, she gets a little tickle,
When I'm stressed, I look at her and she calms me down.
In these tough times, I look at her whenever I have a frown and she turns  my frown upside down 
She’s a graceful tree, that's what she is, guiding the way helping us on our life journeys, nothing to dismay,
We have to save trees from being cut down,
If there's none left, what will we do then? I hear revving of chainsaws, I can smell the fuel burning,
 
I see sawdust fly everywhere like baby spiders, the roots of trees hold the soil together, leaves make oxygen 
So let's protect the trees, these beautiful things, it doesn't matter if the trees are high in the sky, or low to the ground they,
all played their part around and around 
Animals rely on them, we rely on the trees beautiful