For the first time when I tenderly bumped off the ground,
And even since before when I first heard your voice from beneath,
You have nurtured me, putting your life drop by drop into me.
And now it’s my turn.
Everyday I have imbibed your smell, its in my bark, and in my roots
Whenever you've touched, the leaves haven’t withered, but tinged by you
Always I have been you; your breath and blood have livened me to this.
And from this day, from roots to smell around leaves will be yours.
Winds have bent me; Cold froze and Rain cut my tender stem,
Yet always you've protected me, and my other brothers.
Now I have a strong stem, wisdom of light, and powers of darkness
I shall serve you with these, and all these, till these are mine.
But I shall plead you not to trade me. Let me be yours loyal
I like to be your home, your shade, and give back your fragrance
When you fall in love, lie in my shade, and let me create the magic
If you be afraid come and hide in me, for now it’s my turn.
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