Dwelling beneath such an ancient and wizened tree
Living out lives just as free as they can be
For without their dreams, hopes and hearts
These people, without hesitation, would grow worlds apart
And in their time surely they would come to know
Just how far and high which they must grow
And without their balance throughout life
Without these they would surely end in strife
Their bloodlust would be born and free
Killing everything to end their own misery
They would forget the lessons learned from that tree
At the hands of its children, the tree would die
In their quest to be ever so free...