Little Cherry Iíve watched you sprout from a little seed
And grow and grow in the sun and rain
Till you were five feet, as tall as me and as small as me
Iíve seen you stand at the garden gate and just watch and wait
Bystander you are and bystander you have always been
I wonder if you could go to a new land like me would you change?
Would you grow your first cherry bigger than a berry?
Would you let me swing from a branch without breaking?
Would you sing a new song in the autumn breeze?
Would you plant yourself in the soil and grow
A town on your shoulders?
Would you grow to be a mighty giant oak with tales to tell
And tales told, of victory, accomplishment and defeat?
Or would you forever and always be a by standing tree?