I am a tree
I wonder how tall I am
I hear the sounds of fast cars passing by
I see houses, cars, and roads
I want something to do
I am a tree

I pretend I can walk
I feel the birds landing on me
I touch the sky
I worry that winter will come soon
I cry because my leaves are gone
I am a tree

I understand that I can’t move
I say that it’s obvious
I dream that I can
I try to believe I can
I hope my leaves will grow back
I am a tree