THE SINGING TREE In a garden belonging to Mr McFee Stood a fantastic, marvellous, grand singing tree. Now this tree was a wonder to all who came near And the sounds it produced were amazing to hear. It could sing with a breeze, it could sing in the rain; Its leaves and its branches joined in the refrain As it sang in the sun and it sang in the cold, And this tree, in this garden, was a joy to behold. The birds came to rest and to sing on its limbs And the air would be filled with chorus and hymns, While the whole garden shone with the wonder of song, And small children joined in, and all sang along. The music was sweet and a pleasure to hear, As the tree and the seasons progressed through the year, And Mr McFee spread joy all around As he planted more seeds and plants in the ground. His garden was quite an incredible sight; And he worked in it daily, from morning till night; While children and birds came and helped where they could, And the sights and the sounds were exceedingly good. The birds ate some seeds and found other feeds From insects and grubs and the unwanted weeds. They tidied the garden for Mr McFee And perched in the branches of the big singing tree. Well, that’s how they prospered, the whole happy crew, With music and helping - and friendliness too. The children and birds and the singing tree sang, And the whole countryside with their joyfulness rang. BUT, one day, McFee found some grubs on a leaf, And he stopped and he stared in great disbelief As they chomped and they ruined a whole precious flower. He raged, and his anger turned his manner all sour. He marched off to town for some poisonous spray; Stirred it up in a bucket and sprayed straight away. He aimed at the plant where the grubs had been seen, Then decided to spray where they just might have been. He sprayed far and wide, from the south to the north; Then west, and then east and again back and forth. He sprayed high and low - just to be sure, He wanted to know that the grubs were no more. Well, the smell - that was bad, but the grubs disappeared, Although other results of the spray were just weird: Some birds accidentally snapped up the remains Of the grubs, and then fell to the ground with bad pains. Those birds soon decided to keep right away From the trees and the plants that were covered in spray. So they and the children found places to be Quite far away from the old singing tree. So far away that the tree couldn’t hear Any bird songs, or children he once held so dear. And he sighed as he waved gentle arms in the breeze And stood quietly there, like the rest of the trees. Yes, the singing had gone. The singing had finished. The joy in the garden had clearly diminished. The flowers they sagged and the vegies stopped growing And even the grass no more needed mowing. The time, it passed slowly - the days they were long And no sound was heard - for the tree stopped its song. No bird sang in the branches, or pecked at its feet. And the tree thought back to those days that were sweet, When the children all played in the garden and sang, And the whole wide world with their small voices rang, And happiness reigned, and friendliness too. The old singing tree didn’t know what to do. Now, Mr McFee, poor old miserable chappy, He no longer had the will to be happy. His garden was messy - with weeds overgrown, And he knew it was nobody’s fault but his own. He had sprayed with the poison and ruined the chance Of providing for creatures like birds, bees and ants. These creatures all helped with the life-giving powers Of bushes and vegies and fruit trees and flowers. Now even the worms had all wriggled away - There were no helpful creatures willing to stay. The singing tree looked at that unhappy man And thought, “I will try to fix things if I can.” So it tried once again to start up a song, But the sounds that it uttered all came out quite wrong. So, here, in what used to be paradise found, Was a miserable man and a tree with no sound; And the man had spent everything - now he was poor And their blissful and fortunate life was no more. And now he no longer could buy any spray, Mr McFee simply pottered away And worked on a little, but fresh garden plot And, after a while he quite simply forgot How he hated the sight of a grub on his plants, And welcomed a small swarm of bees and some ants. Then, after a few more of ‘no poison’ weeks, Some birds flew by with some grubs in their beaks; And Mr McFee knew he now understood That birds needed grubs as part of their food; That grubs and beetles and butterflies too Were all as important as me and as you For making things work and making things healthy, For helping the whole world to grow wise and wealthy. Now, those birds who flew by with the grubs just before, Had eaten them now and came looking for more, And when they had found some and had them for tea, They flew up and perched in the big singing tree. Well, those birds, they were happy, and music they made, As they sat in the branches, enjoying the shade. And the tree, on hearing the lovely birds’ song, Raised his limbs to the sky and soon sang along. Then more birds came and the song became loud, And very soon they were joined by a crowd Of children, who happily ran to the tree And danced ‘round its trunk excitedly. Well, little by little, McFee’s new garden grew And the birds all returned and the small children too. All the creatures were welcomed, yes, even the pests, And when it was springtime, the birds built their nests. And, so in and around that nice old singing tree Were creatures and children - just like it used to be. While Mr McFee, he just sat and he listened, In the corner of each eye a small tear glistened As he thought of the awful damage he’d done With his battle with grubs and how nobody won. Nobody can fight against nature and win - It’s part of the great plan of life that we’re in. And the old singing tree, he’d forget and forgive And continue to sing for as long as he’d live. He would sing from his soul and sing from his heart And welcome the creatures who came to take part In the glory of all that this great world could bring; And they’d all join together and together they’d sing.
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