Up.

I plant seeds

Well away from all the weeds

I give them water to drink

And some manure that does not stink.

But once they start to grow 

In comes winter with a rare snow.

But that to must depart

For spring must always start.

My trees grow to giants

And "Snap" there where clients from logging companies

That want to chop down my trees

My vision turns red

Thoughts whizz through my head. 

Never I shout!

You can't have my trees, you smoked trout!

They shot down the street on shiny shoed feet

They jumped in their cars

The machines, that will send us to Mars.