Says The Tree

Says the tree, don't cut me -

Just let me be, for don't you see

Birds nest in me, they fly free.

As a source of shelter, I hold the key. 

I live in hills, vales, parks and dales 

Fruits and fresh air I supply in bales;

As a source of energy comparison pales,

For a healthy world, I tip the scales. 

My roots go deep, don't make me weep,

I live on even mountains steep;

Don't raze me down for open ground,

Let my lush greenery abound!