The Pine on Prospect
Oh great pine upon the hill
Passing by gives such a thrill
Your needles shoot out far and wide
Imbuing in all a sense of pride
Ever green, ever tall
All our eyes, on you they fall
Once the mast in many a mighty ship
Now you fill gardens
Your branches we sometimes clip
And as you grow your bark will harden
But those needles ever green
Well they create a quite a scene
So we made this piece for you
To show you how much you do
Mean to those who pass you by
As you reach up toward the sky
The clay it comes from nature too
Like the tar that’s made from you
Like the ornaments on a Christmas tree
This small object we hope will be
A powerful testament to all that we see
As we climb up that hill
And feel that familiar thrill
And learn about the tree of life
Well, to us, no other pine tree could suffice
Of this we dare opine
To think about this, oh wondrous pine
On the hill on prospect street
All other trees you have them beat