A tree, a tree, oh why a tree?
not just a tree
i am a dead tree
outside and within me
i am dried and cracked
with no leaves
i was once a beautiful Pine
but it seems i am out of time
unless, unless, oh unless it rains
the rain would ease my pain
I wouldn't be so dried and cracked
With enough maybe my needles would grow back
i will hope that birds will come to visit me
just maybe to keep me some company
and i bet, oh how i bet
that the sun could make a silhouette of me
one that is as marvolouse as can be
So ill keep my branches held high
becuase i know that i am a beautiful, young tree on the inside
