This song is based on a traditional African folktale about the mighty baobab, often called the "Tree of Life." Passed down through generations across many parts of Africa, the legend explains the tree's remarkable appearance. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 [Intro] A long time ago beside a lake, A little tree began to wake. It grew up tall and looked around, At every tree upon the ground. [Verse 1] It saw bright flowers, red and blue, Strong straight trunks and leaves that grew. It wished to look like them one day, And longed to be as fair as they. [Pre-Chorus 1] One peaceful day the wind grew weak, The water shimmered, smooth and sleek. "My flowers are dull, my leaves are small, I'm fat, rough-barked—the worst of all!" [Chorus] Oh, Baobab, don't cry today, Every tree has its own way. Trust the life that you were given, Every branch has purpose hidden. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] It called the Creator from above, Without respect or words of love. It cried, "Why did you make me so? Why can't I look like those below?" [Pre-Chorus 2] The Creator said, "Now tell me true, Must every form be fair to you? Is the hippo fair? Is the hyena's cry sweet? Each has a purpose, strong and complete." [Chorus] Oh, Baobab, don't cry today, Every tree has its own way. Trust the life that you were given, Every branch has purpose hidden. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Then through the clouds He went away, But still the tree complained each day. It watched its face within the lake, And cried, "This is a great mistake!" [Pre-Chorus 3] Again and again it raised a cry, It stared at its reflection nearby. At last the Creator came once more, Weary of every complaint and roar. [Chorus] Oh, Baobab, don't cry today, Every tree has its own way. Trust the life that you were given, Every branch has purpose hidden. [Instrumental] [Verse 4] He pulled the tree up from the ground, Turned it upside down around. He planted it with roots on high, Like reaching fingers to the sky. [Pre-Chorus 4] Upside down forevermore, It watched its mirrored face no more. No more complaints, no angry cries, It served in silence, strong and wise. [Bridge] For thousands of years it served in peace, Its quiet kindness did not cease. It gave its fruit and cooling shade, And helped all those who sought its aid. [Final Chorus] Oh, Baobab, now standing tall, You learned that envy makes one small. No more complaints, no jealous sighs, Your kindness is your truest prize.
