Maybe if I move the tree to the other side of the yard
Maybe if I place her near to where the water flows
Her arms are not as full as they once were
But she is still amazing and she's mine
Maybe if I go and buy the richest soil I can find
Maybe if I pull the weeds drinking from her earth
Her body bent under the weight of time
Her flowers faded and her fruit is dry
And suddenly I realized
The only way that she was going to live
Was to let her go