Your the oldest out the group
Senior coming thru
So your wise
Surprise
You seen all the seasons
For any reason
But your roots are dying
And you starting to cough
It’s from all that sap you hold
But you so bold
So just **** it up and go gold

I have fallen now on my own
Shinny red fresh and crisp
One bite can curl a lip
Fill any hunger  
And make you want my last drip
But the sun beaming
Got me heating
So I hope I get eaten
Not so they survive
So my seed can stay alive

My tiny little seed
Out on the green
I fade away while your bass
Comes in so keen
Like I’m on lean
Stuck in my disillusion
That the world is chooses
So abuse what I knew of life
Please reach out to the drunk old tree
I not he is sappy but he keeps leaves
So my seed grow
and be a big tree
And guess what you might
be orange
Over me