I go into the park
And there I see some bark
On a maple tree
With golden maple leaves
Spreading on the branches
All above me
And when you feel the bark
It is very rough
But why is it rough
With silky smooth leaves
Flowing on the branches
Thriving through the trees?
And the roots below
Are very strong you know,
So when the wind blows
It won’t fall over and crack
It will fight back
And stay standing strong