Living 'neath the shadow
Of a tree 100 years old
Thousands of tales to be told
But none to be heard
3 generations
Have stood and gazed at this tree
Not knowing that they couldn't see
Or hear a word
Man suffers age
But his mind never waits
And the time never waits
For the people to see
People in a hurry
To be what they'll never be
They ought to be able to see
That they'll never change
Minds all confused
Wondering when it will end
The tree just blows in the wind
And waits for the rain
People don't know
That they move way too slow
And the skies always snow
But not on the tree