Plant a Tree

The Past unto the Present cries —

Arise, ye more than blind, arise!

For I who fell the forest low

Would now another forest grow,

But what is done I cannot mend,

So unto you a message send —

Much did I do for you, for me

Plant a tree,

Plant a tree.

The Present, waking from its sleep,

Across the hills began to creep,

And saw where Past had fallen far

A noble forest, with a scar

On many a wounded mountain side

That from the elements would hide —

And answered:— Past, I will for thee

Plant a tree,

A forest tree.

The feeling Future, yet unborn,

Heard Present echoing her horn,

And stirring somewhat in Life's cell

Did try her dearest wish to tell,

Whispering in an undertone:

I — I shall reap as ye have sown,

O heed the Past! and — thanks to thee —

Plant a tree,

Plant a tree.