Hello Tree, looking at me
Wind blowing through yours leaves as far as the eye can see.
But what is going on in that mind of yours?
Sad that we make you to doors
You seem strong and mighty on the top
But skinny and weak in the bark.
You don't have to feel that way
through the changing you go everyday
But it's not so bad being a door
Or a house, a bed or even a floor.
So I'll say this to you as I said before,
Hello paper looking at me
Used to be a tree but sadly the eye can't see.
