The trees, the trees
Send them in
The ides of March are wearing thin
The pine and larch and ever green
Where are they now that I have seen?
The roads are bare, we cry take heed!
They can't bear our load
Or meet our need
No shadows now are drawing long
Only the night's blessings to keep us strong
Each day a furnace of solar fire
Baking the roads where cars are for hire
And more and more roads we lay down
In Roman fare of overcrowded town
And what of the so called wasteland?
These are not nothings we hold in our hand
Even a glebe or a bramble strewn field
Can be turned into a woodland of cooling heal
We think we can live just as we did before
But this is just folly of standing on threshold of the door
We either wait out side and decide our future dies
And that of generations yet unborn we sacrifice
Or we make a stand here and now
and say no more building put away your spade and trowel
Let's reuse the old buildings let's plant more trees
Let's put our heads together and this problem might ease
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