Risen from the garden your feet are the roots
sprouting in darkness your arms bear the fruits
They say that you are a sight to behold
They say that your leaves shimmer of gold
They say you're a tree that will never come down
But I know that I might just bring you around
They say that you are more special in moonlight
They say that you will bloom only at midnight
They call you a sight, they call you a dream
I tell them you are more than what you seem
Hug the wood to awaken you
Kiss the leaves to show them it's true.