What do you see
When you look at a tree
What do you see
Save a pile of logs
Waiting to become
A stack of papers
Soon to come.

Yet what do I see
When I take a glance
At that same old tree?
I see a poor old soul
That has seen as many years
As there are people
In this misbegotten land,
Someone that might as well
Cry out in pain
And curse us all.

So now what do you see
When you look at that
Same tree, that same old man
That stack of papers
Yet to be?