Of trees swishing and water falling of nature at her full poise
I looked behind my window, full of happiness and glee
It was raining, oh yes it was, but where was my green tree??
After the hot summer, the rains come and it is so much of relief
But my green tree, the shady one, tis no longer there, thats my grief
As rains set in, and the green leaves get greener, the sight is always a pleasure
The tree they hacked, the roots they cut, my sorrow none can measure
Rains and the tree, used to tango, and it was a perfect paradise
When robins and cuckoos used to get wet and give their feathers a good splice
But where o where is my tree and the beautiful heavenly canopy
they cut it, they hacked it, the rains came the very next day, tis so awry….
The smell of the mud, the smell of the rains, brought back many memories
Of the tree giving us shade, and of us sharing our victories
If wishes were horses I could have laid them to rest, them who took her away
The rains came now, and I should be happy, but my mind went astray!