Wise old oak, have my oath.

Wise old oak, have my oath, that things will get better.

Your triumphant branches will grow stronger and maybe from this letter,

You’ll finally see your worth in this world; I am forever in your debt.

Wise old oak, have my oath, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

Tiny sapling, hear my plea, things aren’t what they seem.

One day you’ll root yourself deeper, and find out what I mean,

when one day I’ll pass, you’ll live to be so much longer than me.

Tiny sapling, hear my plea, you never know what you could be.

Weeping willow, I shout and cry, I see your drooping leaves.

When I was small, I’d swing on your vines, and admire you like the sea,

I see you now, I am in tears, I feel like I’m so young.

Weeping willow, I shout and cry, you made my childhood fun.

Now my poem, I assure you this, that you will be victorious.

You may be a small sapling now, but soon you will be glorious,

So I send you off to become a tree, any one is fine by me.

Now my poem, I assure you this, you will help the earth breathe.