Once a child planted a seed,
he wanted it to grow into a tree,
that would give shade to many,
Thirty years later, here I stand,
My trunk huge, my boughs spread,
Giving shade to many,
A resting place for men,
A nesting place for bids,
In Autumn,
My leaves make a yellow carpet,
I'm filled with the sounds and colours,
Of birds and butterflies
I am marvelled by men,
Who sit under me.
They take my fruits,
They take my shade,
They take my flowers,
I stood there for many years,
Until man forgot me,
They forgot my favours to them,
They forgot my fruits,
my shade,
my flowers,
Why oh! why?
Please spare my life,
I give you oxygen to keep you alive
But now, my last breath has come,
for I see a man,
swinging an axe at my trunk,
and so my end comes.
