Moths

Methuselah

I will stand tall,

and live for ages,

I will never fall

unless you make me.

Even when the wind blows,

even if it snows,

I'm firm and strong.

I'm steady as a rock.

And if you ever saw me

lying on the floor,

you should know

I didn't do it on my own.

I'm big,

I'm gigantic,

but my skin won't protect me

from your chainsaws

and your hatchets.

I feed your lungs

and you chop me off.

I give you food

and you cut my wood.

When will anything satisfy you?

When will it be enough?

When my leaves leave me

And my branches break,

We would all have fallen,

So how are you goin' to stand?