attempt at a song lyric

It’s the last tree,
it’s up to me
to save it.

I read the news,
my horoscope too
in a fashion magazine.
I wrote to you,
you wrote to me,
we used the tree
to do it
there’s just one left now
and I’m thinking we blew it.

We built a house
and then set out to fill it
with chairs and desks,
tables and chests,
until we could hardly
move through it,
and I’m thinkin’ we blew it.

I built a fire
and it warmed me good,
I never thought to thank
the wood,
or the tree that grew it,
and I’m thinkin’ now
I blew it.