With your biscuit shaped flowers, so soft and pink. I love all the things, the sight of you makes me think. Mother Nature once had, a dream that was you. And in your low lying branches, that dream has come true.
Your berries are glossy, and red. They attract many birds. Those birds drawn to your branches, sing the sweetest of words. And while I don't understand, exactly what it is that they say, I'm so sure it's a tribute, to your great Autumn displays.
Your bark is always quite checkered. You are just simply a gem. And in the winter your branches, have the grayest of stems. They both stand in stark contrast, to the ground covered in snow. Just another form of your beauty, that get's enhanced as you grow
Like a light to my darkness, and like a dream on a hill, like a friend to hold hands with, in a moment so still. Oh, the things that you give me. Oh, the gifts you bestow. After a climb up that hill, friend..., I'll lay idly below.lay, and I'll dream there, holding hands with my friend. And in that soft breeze that is blowing, your petals you'll send.
To rain down upon us, on such a fine summer's day. With the birds singing songs, that set our mind's thought's to sway. So, I thank you great tree, for standing right there, oh so grand In just such a manner, like the way Mother Nature had planned.
