Planted by squirrels, we march to life’s whistle<\/p>\n
Together in mud, we tower above<\/p>\n
Spring bulbs below and birds in our hair<\/p>\n
We all have some bark but make no sound in the air<\/p>\n
What goes on beneath anchors our feet<\/p>\n
We bind the land is how we play our hand<\/p>\n
Leave us breathing well and oxygen we will sell<\/p>\n
For we are the trees that build your society’s deeds<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Planted by squirrels, we march to life’s whistle Together in mud, we tower above Spring bulbs below and birds in our hair We all have some bark but make no sound in the air What goes on beneath anchors our feet We bind the land is how we play our hand Leave us breathing well … Continue reading Trees<\/span>