The Worry Tree & Me

The Worry Tree is big and strong, he’s tall and full of might.

His trunk is rough and knobbly, but he is full of fright.

The Worry Tree is worried, he thinks he is too tall.

He thinks he is too knobbly, he thinks that he will fall.

When the sun is shining bright, he thinks that he’ll burn down.

When the rain is pouring hard, he thinks that he will drown.

One day I had some worries, so I walked to see the tree.

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree was there for me.

I told my worries to the tree, he listened with delight.

He understood my worries, that cold hard winters night.

I wrapped my arms around him, his trunk was nice and warm.

We both forgot about the rain, and about the storm.

‘I will keep you safe and dry, just you wait and see.’

‘I will keep you free from harm’, said The Worry Tree to me.

The rain fell down, the wind whipped hard, around the tree and me.

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree was there for me.

The storm then passed, the sky was clear, I looked up to the tree.

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree was there for me.

‘No longer am I worried’, said The Worry Tree to me.

The Worry Tree had found his strength, by looking after me.

From that day on, I walked to him, to see the tree of mine,

I hugged the knobbly, rough old tree. The Worry Tree was fine.

Some days, I still have worries but the tree is full of glee.

So, I hug the knobbly, rough old tree. The tree is there for me.