If you’re to be one kind of tree, which one
Would you pick? So many there are – tall, short,
There’s weak or strong, but I know there is none
As the tall aspen tree, and that’s the sort
I’d wish to be. It makes such music, art
And it’s a tree of color and of life
Peel off its bark, and you get its heart.
A thing of beauty amidst all the strife.
It’s not like pine trees, oak trees, or others,
No, it stands, thin and tall, like a dancer.
Together they stand, united brothers.
It seems if they ask God, He then answers.
This is the tree that I would want to be –
An aspen tree, for that is just like me.