The tree that says with elation, br 'I think I'll fly instead. br Although there's but water in my roots br to last me through the day, br today will be the finest day br I've ever seen or heard of.' br Is the tree I sing my ode to, br The Tree of Waking Life. br br The tree upon whose branches br I am so tempted to rest, br but it laughs and calls me foolish, br and gives but one suggestion. br 'Men are not meant to be reflections, br but forms of their very own. br Not shadows of their fathers, br but explorers of this stone.' br br The tree that will die br from its curious internal lust, br and will curl a fulfilled smile br across its bark encrusted lips, br and sleep as a child with steady mind, br The Tree of Waking Life. br The tree that says with elation, br br 'I think I'll fly instead. br there is but water in my roots br to last me through the day, br but today will be the finest day br for I will fly today.' br br Is the tree I sing my ode to, br The Tree of Waking Life. br br The tree upon whose branches br I am so tempted to rest, br but it laughs and calls me foolish, br and gives but one suggestion. br br 'Men are not meant to be reflections, br but forms of their very own. br Not shadows of their fathers, br but explorers of this stone.' br br And as the sun begins to set br and its leaves begin to wilt br when its too weak to control its flight br it will sleep the sleep of a pleasant child br the Tree of Waking Life.