"Trees grow tall, guardians of life's delight
Nurturing children, shining with rain's light
Their leaves, like human hearts, beat strong and free
A symphony of life, for you and me
When trees weep, it's not sorrow, but joy untold
Their red tears, a symbol of life's cycle to unfold
They bring forth food, for children's delight
A mother's love, in every branch and light
Yet, they're cut down, burned, and left to decay
A betrayal of life, a wound that won't stray
Like a mother's grief, the earth's sorrowful sigh
A cry to preserve, the beauty that remains, to apply
In their fall, a message whispers through the air
All things born must pass, but life's essence remains, to share
The red leaf's fall, a symbol of life's span
A reminder to cherish, to protect, to plan, to understand
Trees, like children, need our care and might
To thrive, to flourish, in the light of life's sight
Let us be kindness, let us be the change
To preserve the beauty, of this precious range, to rearrange