It’s on an urban street,
And there’s no one alive to thank
For the unexpected pleasure
Standing by the First State Bank.
It’s a tree with ample bough
Spreading broad across the sky,
With splendid bright green leaves
That give pleasure to the eye.
Every spring it blooms with promise,
Every fall in glory flames;
All summer it gives shelter
From sunshine and from rains.
Out on Main street, through our window,
There is nothing we can see
That gives as much enjoyment
As that tall and bushy tree.
Whoever did the planting,
Though his name we don’t recall,
Was a person of great vision
Who left a legacy of awe.
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