Life of a tree

Born a tiny tree 

Living life full we glee

Watching the older trees slowly pass 

I will soon be left as last

My roots dig deep

Long and happy lives are what we seek 

The rain does me well

Like a pure undying well 

My branches are frail, my back is bent 

Oh, I'm getting old I truly am

Peaceful winds come back and forth 

Giving me enjoyable warmth 

Oh I know it's coming 

The inevitable event 

I have lived life at its best 

Now I can enjoy a long peaceful rest