My Sycamore Tree

My love for you grows,

It becomes stronger like your roots

With each passing day.

It protects me, shades me,

Supports me, is the reason I breathe.

I love my treehouse,

Where my spirit is carefree.

Don't think you will go scot-free?

If it goes down, so will all of us.

If it grows, so will we.

So come let us be,

One big family.

Let us protect our trees,

Our Gaia and give her all our love.

She is really waiting for that.