I'm a description of trees, When it gets cold I lose my leaves, I'm not evergreen, like those firs and pines, More like maples and willows, the more interesting kind

Can you feel the claws digging into your tongue? Oh wait you can't talk right now...

I move in deep cover, work in the dark. Espionage, or a beautiful mark?

I'm massive and gray, with a memory so bright, My tusks are my pride, in the savannah's light, I roam with my herd, with a trumpeting sound, My wrinkled skin's tough, but my heart's soft ground.

Salad days are here, I feel it in my heart. Life is green, Crisp and clean, It's tearing me apart