Lyric

Upon a hill, in a village worn and old

A solitary tree stands, silent and bold

Its leaves have fallen, its branches withered and bare

As if it's shedding tears into the air

Tree of Words, oh, sleeping tree

Gently touch it, can't you see?

If kind words you speak, with care and grace

Flowers will bloom, and fruit you will embrace

A chilling wind, it blows right through

No one looks, the tree’s lost to view

Its branches tremble, the trunk starts to sway

As if it’s shuddering in a lonely way

Tree of Words, oh, sleeping tree

Gently touch it, can't you see?

If kind words you speak, with care and grace

Flowers will bloom, and fruit you will embrace

Like a wounded heart, it needs a gentle hold

Let's send it warm words, a story to unfold

If we share joy, and sadness too

The tree will sprout anew, fresh and true

Tree of Words, oh, awakened tree

Gently touch it, can't you see?

If loving words you speak, with heart so deep

Flowers will bloom, and fruit you’ll surely reap