Tree

There's a river flowing near me

And I've watched that river change and grow

For eight hundred years I have lived here

Through the wind, the fire and the snow

I see salmon return every summer

And I watch young owls learn to fly

I have felt the claws of the grizzley

And I have heard the lone wolf's cry

I have seen great glaciers melting

And I've met lightning eye to eye

But now I hear bulldozers coming

And I know that I am soon to die

Who will house the owl

And who will hold that river shore

And who will take refuge in my shadow

When my shadow falls no more

But now, I hear children running

And circling my trunk, hands soft and strong

People are holding to my branches

So the wind may always carry my song