Her tree is the tree of knowledge
Inspired it grows tall

Her tree is the seed of inspiration
That for ever questions all

Her tree is the flow of grace
Dancing to her own song

Her tree lives eternally
As its roots grow strong

Her tree is a branch in the wind
Reaching for a nourishing sun

Her tree is a second of despair
Surviving frosts of dawn

Her tree survives in dreams
Of future whispers of calm

Her tree is quioxte
Fighting the woodsman's brawn

Her tree is the land
Planted between her roots

Her Tree is waiting
For a care taker's salute

Her Tree is listening
As hope wind whispers

Her tree bears fruit
Walking on forest slippers

Her tree's gift
Falls to waiting needs

Her tree is the tree of knowledge
Cast free from shackles all