Dana Lyons The Tree
There's a river flowing near me
And I've watched that river change and grow
For eight hundred years I have lived here
Through the wind, the fire and the snow
I see salmon return every summer
And I watch young owls learn to fly
I have felt the claws of the grizzly
And I have heard the lone wolf's cry
I have seen great glaciers melting
And I've met lightning eye to eyе
But now I hear bulldozers coming
And I know that I am soon to die
Who will housе the owl
And who will hold that river shore
And who will take refuge in my shadow
When my shadow falls no more
