If I were a tree,
I'd be a weeping willow tree.
I'd serve many purposes
And I'd see many things.
I'd be a nesting site
For the birds and the bees
And I'll be a source of food
For the wildlife that roams free.
I'd give shade to those
Who want to escape.
The sun, the snow, the wind and the rain
Have nothing against me.
I'll stay for 50 years or stand until I'm 75,
Then I'll be gone when my soil goes dry.
My branches will break,
My leaves will lose their color,
There will be holes around my base,
And, like a dying plant, I'll wither.
Slowly I'll become a tree that no one uses,
A tree that no one looks at,
And a tree that no one touches.
The birds and the bees will find a new nesting site,
The wildlife will find a new tree to bite,
And you, most of all, will be gone from my sight.