There once was an oak tree, not big or small,
And a little girl who was only three feet tall.
They got along great,
They were each other’s best mates.
The little girl swung on the swing of the tree everyday,
She loved to climb the branches of the tree and in the tree’s shade, she liked to read and play,
Every day spent outside with the tree resulted in a great day.
Then one day her grandparents sold the house, the new owners cut Otis the oak tree down,
It broke her heart to see her strong tree fall down,
She continues to silently cry inside, without a sound,
It was a horrible day when Otis the oak tree got cut down.
For a squirrel, to a tiny ant, to a big gorilla and bear,
And us, humans, cut it down without a care.
My tears will forever water the stumps of all fallen trees.
It will provide water for the ants, gorillas, bears and bees, who lost their home and are in need.
We must respect trees,
Trees provide shelter and safety to a girl,
Squirrels, ants, gorillas, bears
Most importantly, Me.
I miss Otis the oak tree,
For when they cut him down, they took down part of me.