A seed has been planted over the years It's growing into a marvalous tree The growth will not stop until its death Maybe even beyond then The tree has a hard time spreading its roots It's getting harder for the core to expand Whose job is it to lend a hand? The Man? No,its the thing that makes up the tree Hope,Strength,Determination The tree is expanding,but violently Its here to protect,of against any foe And to ensure us we will be in one piece
I just thought of trees and america and tried to make it as one