Dear Mr. Willow,
why do you weep? Your arms are strong and roots grow deep.
You drink sunlight and bury it within your skin. You are a marvel of nature without and within.
Your breath is like magic that can purify air. All you ask for is kindness all we can spare
But we treat you with knives and fire from bellow perhaps that's why you'll weep for dear dear friends brought low
We'll plant you new friends for all those you've lost perhaps one day you'll laugh when tree-murder has past