A tree is an old man
He is wise with age
And full of wrinkles,
He has seen plenty of good things, bad things,
And things that do not affect anything
He has grown tall and sturdy.
He knows what is right and wrong
He watches the children down the street run and play
But sadly he can not help them understand what he has seen
As his hair frizzes wildly out,
He shows them a great gift
The gift of nature
