Tree (Aborigine Song)

Tree . . .
he watching you.
You look at tree,
he listen to you.
He got no finger,
he can’t speak.
But that leaf . . .
he pumping, growing,
growing in the night.
While you sleeping,
you dream something.
Tree and grass same thing.
They grow with your body,
with your feeling.

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