The Day We Counted Trees - Velveteen

A glass clear day

It hurt to breath

Your car was warm and dry

We knew at once

This can’t be all

Our time is yet to come

The soil all iced

As you spoke up:

«We've got to get it on»

The first was black

The third was pale

The second dead and done

I thought my god

This turns out right

We’re counting trees today