How vainly men

How vainly men themselves amaze

To win the palm, the oak or bays,

And their incessant labors see

Crowned from some single herb, or tree,

Whose short and narrow-verged shade

Doth prudently their toils upbraid;

While all the flowers and trees do close

To weave the garlands of repose!

     -from Andrew Marvell's The Garden

Just walking by the house where they cut down the trees and put up the wooden fence, and took a look at what was going on at pavement level.