oh almighty tree,
though you have splintered,
how far around were you before they struck you down?
oh how dangerous kids with axes can be,
while they are going for your ankles,
silently reminding you not to move

so they rebel looking in hope for looks,
war painted skulls,
like the creatures they used to be
just pretend numbers painted up on the surface

oh night tree,
how many days have you counted by and not been counted?
so around you were before the taxes came swinging
those kids came running with chainsaws
and though they were grinding at your profile,
silently screaming to keep swinging on your tire

so they repel looking for hope,
skulls painted for war,
like the creatures we are
just numbers written on a board

oh day tree,
though the nights have severed you into paper,
we have always looked for your shade
oh how dangerous the town has become on the day the sun moved,
while they were singing your praises,
silently they were plotting your faces.