The Council tree man said to us:
“This tree, it must come down.”
I sadly thought of what he said
And wore a gloomy frown.
Our tree had rotted deep inside
Away from human sight.
It might fall on our roof one day.
The tree man was quite right.
Another tree we’ve planted since
Will also grow quite tall.
I hope that many years will pass
Before it too will fall.
My story isn’t finished yet.
I think you’d like to know
That where the first tree used to live
Some little toadstools grow.
The place is now a magic place
Where fairies come to play.
They dance beneath the stars at night,
Then disappear next day.
Mother Nature is quite sorry when
Her lovely trees come down,
So she sends the Queen of Fairies
In her golden dress and crown.
The tiny fairies dance and sing,
And to music gently sway.
It heals the earth that’s lost its friend
And takes its hurt away.
I want this secret to be safe -
Known just by you and me -
And I’m sure that you’ll remember
When you see a fallen tree.
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