"But soft," whispered one tree to another,
"Sometwo come this way."
"If woodsmen," asked his brother,
"Will this be our final day?"
"They carry no weapons, chainsaw or axe,
perhaps young lovers, come to play."
"If so, they intend no harm upon our backs,
and are most welcome to linger stay."
"Like boats to safe harbor let them steer,
and make gentle love among us if they may."
"We counsel them to lay aside any fear,
and enjoy only boundless joy, we pray.