Outside my window
stands a lonely tree.
Sometimes I feel existence
is only that tree and me.

I follow my habits and roles,
new challenges I rarely choose.
You might think my life is boring,
but my stress-free life is growing.

I like the way I care —
this is my world, managed by me.
My life I’m happy to share
with this wonderful tree.

This silent friend I always admire,
growing stronger, reaching higher.
You may ask how I can love a tree —
simply because it makes me feel free.