When in doubt, hug a tree...
When you can’t find a tree, hug on me...
Be it a maple, a sycamore or a pine...
Any tree will do; any tree is fine...
We must love our forests...
We must love our trees...
We must respect our lands...
If you wouldn’t mind, please...
......
I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.
I was always marked for this work, ever since I was a small child;
And was often seen wandering the woods, as I loved all things wild!
I'd always liked camping out, and had come to know various plants,
Like crimson flamingos getting to know, a complex courtship dance.
I was often discovering plants to name, and to find out more about,
......
Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
......
A summer sun shines steadily on such spicy scented scenery,
As forest fairies frolick frivolously amidst full greenery.
Birds butterflies bees and blooms waft blissfully beautiful,
Making more memorable magic, on the mad mornings so musical!
The wild wondrous whimsicality arises when none's watchful,
So there's no tangible testimony to these totally bashful.
However, historically hidden in the habitual jade habitat,
Fabled fairies frequent sun faceted forests secrets intact!
The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…
We love of children…
From the day they are born…
We nurture their love…
Protect them from the thorn…
......
The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…
We love of children…
From the day they are born…
We nurture their love…
Protect them from the thorn…
......
orange blossom scent
drifted from the verdant trees
as grasshoppers leapt
wildflowers blossomed
and birds sang from green mansions
as spun gold poured down
butterflies wandered
winding river found its way
......
When in doubt, hug a tree...
When you can’t find a tree, hug on me...
Be it a maple, a sycamore or a pine...
Any tree will do; any tree is fine...
We must love our forests...
We must love our trees...
We must respect our lands...
If you wouldn’t mind, please...
......
I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.
I was always marked for this work, ever since I was a small child;
And was often seen wandering the woods, as I loved all things wild!
I'd always liked camping out, and had come to know various plants,
Like crimson flamingos getting to know, a complex courtship dance.
I was often discovering plants to name, and to find out more about,
......
Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
......