I watch the willow tree

Its branches swinging in the air

The leaves they're falling free

The limbs are left empty and bare

I watch the pine

Its needles stick out like a pin

Its trunk stands as a straight line

Next to the many members of its kin

I watch the cedar

It stands strong and tall

Within the forest it's a leader

This is a tree that will never fall

I stand on the floor of the woods

And worship nature's variety of goods