The tall pine tree points to the sky
Its branches landing platforms for birds who pass by
The towering giants collect a due
From our feathered friends as they pass through

A droplet here a droplet there
That tumbles down through the spike like hair
To the soil below, that feeds the roots
More trees grow starting as green shoots

Sounds real good in a scientific way
Trees provide nests for birds that will stay
Nests in the hair? Little dogs beneath me?
If there's reincarnation, I don't want to be a tree