Playful children of the earth, come dangle from my arms
We call them branches, because we don’t have palms
Just like your swings at home, I’ll cradle you with love
With rhythmic tunes of whispering winds, carry you above
Colourless clouds and crisp clean air to a world of peace
Soon you’ll have forgotten all suffering or disease
Weary children of this world, come rest under my shade
You see my shiny leafs are so different to your blade
They offer shelter from the heat a peaceful place to rest
While cutting knives and shimmering swords is merely just a jest
Of twisted minds and hurtful tongues ready to attack
Or sometimes even worse, to stab you in the back
Hungry children of the times, come feast upon my fruits
I offer this to everyone, even people wearing suits
If only human race would see, the gift of love is free
And take heart of this conversation, to a talking tree
Even if they chop me down and use my wood to cook
I’ll know I meant something to someone’s storybook