The Day We Counted Trees
Carsten Schrauff
A glass clear day
It hurt to breath
Your car was warm and dry
We knew at once
This can't be all
Our time is yet to come
The soil all iced
As you spoke up:
"We've got to get it on"
The first was black
The third was pale
The second dead and done
I thought my god
This turns out right
We're counting trees today