The serene life of a tree, Hanging in the sky, green and free. Home to a thousand, birds and squirrels, No fights or quarrels, just peace with ferals. It dances with the wind, And shines brightly in the sun. It sits with the moon, Pretty as time runs. The tree never asks the bird, "Why do you rest your nest on me?" The bird simply smiles and trusts , The tree as a guard and away does she flee. It makes the whole world smile in peace, Gives Shadow to the ones in desperate need. It soothes and nurtures every piece of life, And heals the world with harmony and delight.