Rising high into the sky
For centuries stood the tree
Bound by roots that run so deep
Never to roam the land free

So many things hath passed that tree
Their life had come and gone
And yet it still stood quite firm
Cursed forever to look on

How it wanted to pull up its roots
And across the land to wander
The birds came and told it tales
Of the hills and what lay yonder

But there it stood neer to wander
Unless God finally heard its plea
But God was by far much too busy
To listen to a lonely tree