This is a tale, a tale about a flower and a tree.
The flower asked the tree,
why do you think that you are any better than me,
the sun shine on you, like it shine on me,
it rains on you as well as me,
so tell me, tree,
why do you still think that you are any better than me?
Maybe it’s your branches,
or it could be your leaves,
Some trees may have a honeycomb,
But the flower spreads the earth because of the same bee
So tell me, tree,
why do you still think that you are any better than me?
The only thing that I can see
is we have our own beauty,
our own identity and our own purposes for the world to see
so why are you so persistent on being my enemy?
Listen, tree, shut up and just listen, tree!
I am no better than you,
and you are definitely no better than me.