Nature

They have cut down the pineswhere they stood;The wind will miss them------------------the rain,When its silver blinf is down.They have stripped the bark from the wood---The needly boughs,and the brownKnobby nuts todden into the ground.The kind,the friendly trees,Where all day small winds sound,And all day long the sunPlays hide and seek with shadowsTill the multilying shadows turn to oneAnd night is here.They have cut down the trees and ended nowThe gentle colloquy of bough and bough.Theg ate making a fence by creeking,And have cut down the pines for the posts.Wan in the sunlight for ghostsThe naked trunks lie.A bird nested there---------it will seekIn van: they cut down the pines.