Am I only one tree,
Or am I a forest,
It depends how you look at me.
From the richest to the poorest,
we all have eyes to see.
For some I am their shelter,
For some they come to play.
Occasionally a bird will perch,
and linger for the day,
For some I am an old tree,
Broken and rundown,
all they see is wear and tear,
branches falling to the ground,
For some I am the best of trees,
for I live on, I am still standing,
my years deeply rooted,
and still solid I am found.
So when you take a look at me,
Please take a second glance.
You see all the saplings in amongst the grass,
I could one day be a forest, just like in the past.!