Towards the heavens my branches thrust
Winding webs of timber they sprawl unto the skies
With every passing year, I remain observant
Contrasting the events I’ve experienced while continuing to rise

Wars have raged on, and peace has been profound
Aspirations have come true, and dreams has been drowned
Love have been lost, and soul mates have been found
And through it all I stood firm, with my roots within the ground

Like a mother I observe carefully
Yet, I do so with distant eyes
All of the contrasting events experienced
While I continue to rise