that stretch through the solemn ground
interlocking with mind and soul
so beautiful in all its truth
the nests in its shade are full of life
taking refuge on the branches, in the leaves
when time goes by they drift away
and just like that nothing was ever there
if i could i would climb up real high
to lay my head and rest my feet
let the roots take in my weariness
my mind will drift away
as the sun goes down my eyes will follow
this majestic tree is all i need
if i die it will be up high
this lovely tree is all i will be
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