There are those who ponder right from wrong.
The answer is found in the Tree song.
The timorous Tree is always right,
It has no moral turmoil to fight.
Cut it down and it will grow again.
It will sway against the wind and rain,
Calming the violent rage of the wind,
Possessing the power to rescind.
When it rains I can hide underneath,
If a old branch falls upon the heath,
I light a fire to warm the night,
And build my house to be water tight..
It helps me breathe well and offers fruit,
Constant charity without dispute.
When the breeze is blowing gently,
I can hear sounds from the tree faintly,
Soft hushed sounds of the joy of giving,
Spreading giant branches singing.