Rest

And after years the boy came back,
both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you
if you ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now.
I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now,
just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree,
"An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said,
"Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

Lyrics adapted from The Giving Tree (1964) by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)