Beautiful tree, sitting outside my window Not perfect, but perfectly suited to its life I sit and stare at your graceful lines And contemplate the answers to life's questions In your leaves. In the winter, thousands of your leaves die Always to be reborn in the spring Repeating cycles, but always the same Your life resembles that of mankind The day will come, and has been When thousands of the leaves of humanity Have been ruthlessly annihilated But eventually, in the spring of mankind They will be, have been, reborn The only way to end those leaves is to Damage the Tree of Life itself. Once gone, you are not reborn Once dead, your leaves are irrevocably lost Forever.