We all have a past,
a good one, or a bad
We all have the present,
the gift of today
Our past, our history,
grows with every day
in a way
Like a strong oak’s roots
spreading to others, like a song on the wind
Whether it’s spring, summer, winter, or fall,
our tree will upstand it all
Our memories, and our knowledge,
smarter than a college,
as special as you.