A tour de force
A tool to force
Seasons last an age
Space reclined
Access denied
All for that saccharine stage
You are the queen of trees
Turf to course
Blown off course
Infested with the heath
Seems unkind
Your state of mind
New cut of teeth
You are the queen of trees
Burned by men with no qualities
Cut off the top to the furthest root
Move the blossom, shake the fruit
Oh this is for the forest
And this is for the woods
The arboretum
With all the shades of good
You are the queen of trees
You are the queen of trees
Long live the queen of trees
Long live the queen of trees