Look at those trees,

how they stand silent and free,

their branches how they make

an appearence of frozen slithering snakes

their leaves how they move and dance

to the rhythme of the wind, as if in a trance

their fruits how they hang

like the trees' offerings with a grateful thanks

to their planters and the Lord

for having them here in this yard.

Look at those trees, how they are

bold and silent, though their bodies we mar,

their benefits we plunder, their woods we burn,

for all our misdeeds, they provide more in return.

The rustle of their leaves

moves the insane to peace,

their wide stretched arms

rescue the weary from the sun.

They save all of life from death,

by giving air for a lifetime's breath. 

Look at those lovely trees

how still they stand,

so gentle and quiet with so much ease,

they have been merciful and kind

to the entire race of mankind,

their extinction will be the earth's end,

they are forever man's most silent friends.