Tree I trusted you..
Seeing you on this hill looking so tall, full of leaves..
So beautiful, promising much fruit..
I\'m here now, I see you..
So small without fruit, you\'re a liar..
At distance standing boastful and proud, up close you cower and wither..
You\'re no longer a tree, you\'ve become man without the figure..
Choked by the weeds that surround you, give me a while to groom and I\'ll make you new..
No different than me, so let\'s join roots in our weakness, and together we\'ll bloom for the world to see..
Become brothers of meekness, and on this hill we\'ll be free.