A treeWaitingStanding high, drinking waterThrough its mighty rootsNear a riverShimmering blueAs smooth as glassIt watches the leaves fallAnd quickly swept away by the riverSwept far, far awayBut still it waits

Its branches blow gentlyBack and forthA fish jumps out of the waterGlistening in the sunThe tree wondersWhat it is like underwater?But still it waits

The tree hears birds flyingNear its branchesTaunting itBy flying far awayAnd coming backThe tree wants to exploreWants to see the world aroundBut still it waits

It is now afternoonAnd the tree looks aroundIt sees the beauty of what is around itIt longs to see what is down the riverOr over the mountainBut still it waits