The day the tulip tree died
I heard no sound
I looked and it was down
It kindly avoided with its 90 feet
Taking down anything I’d put up
Another day will hold the work of clearing
For this day a silent kind of mourning
:- Doug.
The day the tulip tree died
I heard no sound
I looked and it was down
It kindly avoided with its 90 feet
Taking down anything I’d put up
Another day will hold the work of clearing
For this day a silent kind of mourning
:- Doug.