You always appeal to me.
Not merely when in green foliage clad
You come out frolicsome and glad
Not merely in your charming, budding youth
Flowering fragrance and fruition forsooth
But even when you stand dry, bare and bald
Barren of fruit, in your grey nudity clad.
I’ am impressed with your solemn dignity,
Unassuming greatness, noble humility.
Your sense of equality, devotion to duty,
And selfless sacrifice in the of humanity
Can any noble life in the world ever compare
To your life of sacrifice, so pure and rare?
Your fruit, your shade, your very life you give
In return for the cruel blows you mostly receive
From us the most ungrateful wretches under sun,
Who pride in their title of Lord’s best creation
Oh! Your humble, noble life-an eternal ‘Give’!
And ours-a constant ‘Take’ for which we live!
Could mankind be but a little bit like Thee.
This earth a veritable heaven would surely be.
Oh! Noble, humble tree!
Wish I were like Thee!