The Poor Lonely Tree

Poor lonely tree,

I can smell the life from he

I can hear his cries for a friend,

For he has soil he cannot lend

There are spiders in his bark,

Life in the light, as in the dark

He was buried in his soil with pride,

For his roots, he must hide

His bark be dry and full of life,

His leaves are long and sharp like a knife

Normal and boring he looks from afar,

Closer and closer, he shines like a star

For he shines bright with beams of joy,

He is the happy loving tree.