a cherry given by me to me

eaten and spat out to the ground we fall

burried under

imbraced with earths love we grow old and stron

first we sing along what sounds as natural as can be

so  old we became the tree

singing all our lives thje song of me

grow grow grow

dont stop to give me sweet cheery tatse and sound

for one day i will ask agian for presents for me


the unending cycle of life