Beautiful lovely tree
You stand so tall and free
I wish like you I could be
Do you suffer dear tree
The winds come, the storms blow, the snow sometimes your boughs break.
Tell me, do you suffer like me
No my dear friend
I do not suffer
I sway with the storms and bend with the snow but suffering is not for me
You see my friend
Suffering only comes from thoughts, of which I am free
My purpose is to provide clean air, for you, you see.
As your sole purpose is to provide Co2 for me
A part of Life is all that we are
You and me
Its only when we think we have to do or achieve
Is when we suffer and plea
There is nothing to do but just be.
Try it and you will see.
Have no preference for pain or glee.
Breathe, produce food for me.
That's all there is
As I am already taking caring of thee