The Tree Song

A home for the owls to sing their songs throughout the night

With outstretched arms reaching towards the clouds, catching golden sunshine

Roots and grooves that date back to when you were young

You poke and prod every time you feel a new season coming

I hope you'll always stand tall by the waterside swaying in the breeze

And you know I'll always come back when I go

To run and climb and play

We know life can't last forever, your green will fade, your bark will fray

And that's okay, cause as you go, it'll bring new life

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