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!