If I was the last tree left in the world
I would allow any creature to inhabit me
I would push my roots down so far
That I would never topple

I would stand strongly
Whilst bees buzz around my branches
And make honey in my chinks

I would let children climb me
And throw ropes over my branches
To make a swing

If I were the last tree in the world
I would try to stand for a thousand years
Hoping that the world would change