The strength of its roots is more than the rings in the trunks center.

As the branches spread they offer many their shelter,

From the rains of recession, the pains of oppression.

I carved my name in its bark and climbed up to see

How I could help restore the concrete jungle around me,

How to grow truth through layers of concrete.

Now we're all chilling in the leaves like caterpillars, waiting to be fly

So we can show others the freedom of a natural high.