A tale of their "wrinkled phase" The prudent tree is old Is scared This wise old tree has wrinkles Yet is in a healing phase It is hopeful Even when it knows the time is near It knows the extinction is near So this wise old tree Gathers the strength And ties itself With the threads of healing Through the magic of fighting The end of the tree with the last leaf falling Leaving a seed beneath Giving birth to new saplings And so the tale never ends One wrinkled face Greets another crinkled phase again