The tree with his timeless grace
of swaying leaves and limbs,
calls up the songs of heaven
when he rustles with the wind.
The tree that sunlight graces with
the warm rays of heaven's light,
dances slowly with the moonshine
and speaks to the stars at night.
The tree that stands so strong and proud,
the king of all the land;
the monarch guarding little beasts
with his roughened, leafy hands.
The king who fought so valiantly
to keep his kingdom strong,
but failed because the land he 'owned'
was Man's land all along.
