i asked a child

“Who is God? I asked a child.

“The man who made the trees,” she said.

“The man who made them tall and strong.

He made them just for me.

He cries the rain to make them grow.

He loves them all you see,” she said.

“The Oak, the Gum, the Chestnut,

the Dogwood and Pine Tree.

He made the branches reach for Him.

And covered them with leaves,” she said.

“To give us shade and comfort,

and to show us different greens.

He made them so I could climb up high,

and all the world to see,” she said.

“That’s who God is. But He’s cross.

For we’re cutting down his trees.

Soon there’ll be none left to climb.

And the world we’ll never see,” she said.

“For if the trees all disappear,

there’ll be no more you or me.

For he made them so the Earth could breathe

And freshen up our air,” she said

“But we’re destroying our precious lungs

and the Earth will soon be bare.

 And God may shed a billion tears,

for the loss of you and me.” she said

But he’ll weep a billion squared of them

For his greatest loss – his trees.”