A tree doesn’t need money,
You may cut it and make money,
But it doesn’t .
A tree doesn’t want to be famous,
You may take a picture and hang it on a
wall,
But it doesn’t .
A tree doesn’t need a name,
You may classify it and put it in a
family,
But it doesn’t.
A tree doesn’t need music
Nor does it need a tv or a book;
You may sing aloud in its shade,
But it doesn’t need any.
A tree doesn’t want to achieve,
It doesn’t want to go places,
Its leaves may fall and roll;
But it doesn’t.
A tree is its own home;
You may clear it and make a home for
yourself;
But it doesn’t need one.
A tree blooms with all its colours;
For me, for you, for us, for itself,
We may have ten theories;
But it blooms.
And a tree dies;
And lives fully before it does;
You might be still thinking of rebirth;
But it dies.
