Old tree
I am an old tree Scars all over from aging Crack when the wind is blowing Struggle to keep myself standing
When I am cracking I am not complaining I am not moaning I am just breaking
My dear seedlings Wish you grow quickly and mature early So the wind can carry you away Before the wind break me completely
When you grow up by the lake shore Grow up into an upstanding tree From the reflection in the water You will find the younger me |