• I am a lonely tree today,
    but once, I was a man.
    Never again to run and play,
    being a tree was never my plan.

    I had blue eyes and long brown hair,
    but now that's in the past.
    I eat my food through the air.
    I wish my fate, away would cast.

    I stand alone, unlike before,
    never to hold my love again.
    The sun, wind, and rain no more,
    if I cannot see her then.

    Maybe she's become the winds,
    that kiss me from trunk to leaf;
    the breeze that blows and never ends...
    That, now, is my belief.