the calm all-knowing tree
now the birds come
how simple it all seems to be
no need to know where its from

the simple tree grows
and the birds inhabit
the tree has no foes
and then comes a rabbit

innocent and pure
and then the man
o so immature
comes with a plan

to cut it down
and make it into a run-down little town

Logan Glover

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-9/