The Poor Little Tree

Poor little tree wished to revive

On the edge of a bank

Stands a very lonely tree

He was to become a plank

And no one can disagree

The sand blows across the earth

The sky goes from day to night

Soaring through the air birds glide

The poor tree is filled with fright

The tree slides from under the ground

It comes crashing to the floor

The roots snap all around

Mother Nature wins the war

Poor little tree all alone

Nowhere to go, no way to live

He slid right into death’s throne

Poor little tree wished to thrive