Look at the tree!
See:
See:
The old woman she has become;
Mother of so much,
Caregiver of all,
Beauty on earth,
She was all.
Mother of so much,
Caregiver of all,
Beauty on earth,
She was all.
Now you only see the dead branches
And the withering leaves,
You forget the stories,
The memories, the peace;
You forget-
And the withering leaves,
You forget the stories,
The memories, the peace;
You forget-
She's still alive,
Still there;
She is still all,
If you care
To see.
Still there;
She is still all,
If you care
To see.
Your mother-
The tree.
The tree.