The Giver
The giver looks towards the trees
Depressed and lonely he will be
Alas! he says. Where can I go
Towards the sunset I will roam
I am the giver. I give to all
Even when I grow old and small
When I die he takes my place
And gives it all to the human race
Like a baby bird he tries to fly
Into the super sad sunset sky
My beard grows long as my days grow short
And night will fall in my lonely fort
I am the giver. I give to all
As my eyes close, I will soon fall