I'm the lone standing tree,
The breeze around me, so gentle and free.
It's summer or its cold,
Me through decades stand straight and bold.
So many travller resties stop beneath my shade,
Serving then again and again, I feel great.
Colourful flowers and fruits I bear,
Are all for my nesty birdies here.
I gratify the mother earth with food and air,
Oh man! Treat the greens with love and care.