My trunk may be shriveled and dry
and in this swelt\'ring heat I fry.
My faith is great and my hopes high.
Strong willed am I, strong willed am I.
``
Once I stood tall upon this land.
Until drought turned my soil to sand.
Thousands of acres green and grand.
Now scorched and bland, now scorched and bland.
``
The world \'twas once a treasure vault.
This climate change the humans fault.
Can blame them all for this assault.
To late to halt, to late to halt.
``
I\'ve weathered many a heartache.
I shall survive make no mistake.
I may be bent but I won\'t break.
Futures at stake, futures t stake.
``
I\'ll try my best and I won\'t fail.
I\'m tough inside though I look frail.
My willpower you cannot flail.
I will prevail, I will prevail~
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