The large oak grew proudly in our childhood yard

We sat under it reading silly books covers hard

Many a picnic and afternoon lunch with our friends

Thinking this summer fun will never have its ends

Counting the nests of happy colorful singing birds

Learning their sounds and doing songs with words

One day while we were in our class in the school

Someone came into the yard and it wasn’t cool

They took all the nests away and made us all sad

Then they came back the next day and we were mad

The big chainsaws cut down our favorite oak tree

Asking our parents as we cried why is this to be

We were to young to understand the death of roots

The loving tree was dying as the owls have no hoots