• In the distance I can Hear them,
    Chopping and digging,
    If I had legs I would run,
    The fires singe me and then it happens,
    An "X" apon my chest,
    I am next,
    For centuries I have stood and watched my approaching doom,"MAN".
    I am a oak ageless in time yet doomed to be, The next one",
    The next tree to fall,
    I am looking on as the ax comes to blow,
    My leaves fall like tears for I have never cried.