They clean our air and shade our cars,
Then feed us in our salad bars.

Yet form, they do, something greater,
Which we take for granted and call nature.

 
With my mother in her garden I did see,
The value of the bird and tree.

We weeded, watered, and planted,
Then sat back and panted.

But worth it, it was, the effort we made,
As we witnessed the birth and growth of shade.

 
So now I look around and see,
The spirit of the crow and tree.

All alive, all worthwhile,
Even those that live by guile.

And look forward, I do, to a future I see,
Where all are safe, particularly the tree.