With my spine of vine
And my fingers of bark
I will hold up my leaf shrine
And the wind I will harkMy little leaves change their color quite often
They were green, now they are golden brown
Over the grass, they make a crunchy coffin
Until the wind picks them up and takes them to townWildlife loves to climb my spine of vine
And go on the occasional swing
Of course, I never really mind
I never even feel so much as a stingBirds make nests on my fingers of bark
They know that I won't drop them
Holding them up is quite a lark
And my fingers are like their precious gemMy leaf shrine reflects the light
Did you know it doesn't absorb green?
The green gets reflected, all right
But it's not allowed in. Isn't that mean?I don't get jealous of other trees
I'm not envious of that nice-smelling pine
Don't judge me for my niceness, please
I'm quite content with my spine of vine
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