“Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is a good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.”
More from Shel Silverstein
“….and she loved a little boy very, very much– even more than she loved herself.”
“Poor, poor fool why can’t you see She can love others and still love thee.”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet.”