Of all the things that I can see, know what I'd truly like to be?
With all it's natural beauty shown, sitting on it's pure green throne
With every season, a new face worn;
The most beautiful Spring, when it's reborn
To live thru centuries , showing elegance with age
Always in peace , it knows not rage
Poetically graceful , yet so strong
Never deciding what's right, or what's wrong
Oh!, what a beautful life to live
Never having to take , but able to give
Never restricted ,in the open and free
The most carefree of lives
The life of a tree!