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One day, I'd like to be a tree whisperer, And listen to the tree's day, Since he awoke to the sun's gentle rays, Till he drifted to the wind's gentler sways; All the valley's secrets he's treasured since birth, His childhood and mischief, Tears and mirth. What are his dreams, wishes and fears? Whose his best friend, the birds or the deers? Does he wish to be the other tree down the valley, Or is he simply happy, to just be? One day, I'd like to be a tree whisperer, And listen to the tree's day, We'd share tea and secrets, till the sun fades.