My tree it's my,

                                                                             Friend forever my, 

                                                                         My tree may not talk but,

                                                                     It tells me the season and how,

                                                                   The season works because of the,    

                                                                Beautiful its leaves that fall of the tree,

                                                                                    But one day,

                                                                                    My beautiful,

                                                                                  Tree went down,

                                                                                   Because I was,

                                                                                   Not giving the,

                                                                                 Tree enough water,

                                                                                 I had to say goodbye,

                                                                                  But I had one more,

                                                                                   Friend to talk to!

                                                                                   And my tree was,

                                                                                   Brave and nothing,

                                                                                   Happiest to the tree,

                                                                                   But that day it was,

                                                                 The tree's last day to be,

Living in,

This world!