Arghhhhhh!!!! Blasted HTML!!!! Okay, Bat, okay, I'll do it right this time...

The elm trees grow tall up in Heaven
Just right for a hunter to lie
Stretched out on a branch with his eyes shut
In that home between green grass and sky
With the smells of the earth in his nostrils
And the feel of the bark 'neath his feet,
And the screams and the shrieks of the songbirds
In his ears, making music so sweet

(Sheesh, damn cat thinks he's a critic...)