OLD TREE

Before the farmers and lumberjacks
Came out this way with saw and ax
To harvest the woods and clear their tracts
     The old tree was there.

It is dying now beside the way
When will it fall? I cannot say,
But it'll fall, for sure, some day.
Perhaps it'll fall by weight of snow
Or maybe the wind'll lay it low
More likely an ax'll deal the blow
     For it is dying now.