Once upon a time there was a very wise tree
Next to the sea, it stood up to all evil
To all mischief in this cold world
One day it froze to death,
Leaving only a shadow and a lightning rod
Then came a new tree after a millennia or two
That tree became very wise too
But it was so vain
That it turned in an art-director
Got feet and walked away
To a place with a more pleasant climat
That is the main secret for all things living
Next to Jesus and trinity