I see a tree in the thick forest..
Tallest it is...,shielding his like from strong winds...,supporting at ease....
Sometimes his roots cut...,
But he never gives up..cause his friends always give the little strength they have....
its a cycle that never breaks...,
One for all and all for one..
On the outside he's alone.... but in the ground its a camp...
Fibrous roots stretch...joining the willing..,
Leaving a print for the rest...,
In case their mind changes.
Its working good..,in time they'll catch up..
No longer bends for them to green up..,
The sun is good...
But the logger threatens to cut
Its a crisis deep in his land
Oooh immortal tree