CONVERSATION WITH TREES

Once more we hear you call our name,
The music speaks, your wish is plain,
We view your trees that climb these heights,
Promise voice and pen and your words write.

"You are our hands - you are our feet,
Our job - to help give light and heat,
Earth's sustenance we help provide,
We cannot from these beetles hide.

They bite our bark, suck our life's blood,
We can't produce a cone or bud,
From naked branches, our needles fall,
Please listen to our desperate call.

For us you can do this small deed,
In word and sound declare our need.
With pen and voice your words proclaim,
Remember, it's your future gain.

Your homes and comforts we provide,
We both have needs - to all confide.
We give you health - the air you breathe,
Your words and voice from you we plead.

Rainforests call from distant lands,
They too need help, You can command.
Pollued air you've left, we clean,
Delicious foods for your cuisene.
Our gratitude for help you lend,
With rustling leaves, our thanks we send."