The seed is first put under the soily ground,
And the roots start to spread around.
The leaves dance in the moonlight wind
Waiting for the flowers to blossom
In spring the birds make nests in the branches
Making themselves a little home.
The tree grows wider as the sun goes down.
The tree dreads this time in winter
Its leaves are falling like bullets from a gun
The lumberjacks see this and chop it down for wood.