Write a poem and a song about trees.

In fact, I don't know what you want to express with a tree, so I'll give you a song I wrote called Xiaojing. I came here with an olive branch and a pen from a freedom fighter-a quiet little place behind the village. Just a few stone steps, I came to this familiar pavilion. There are only worn leaves on the ground. Oh, just now, someone came. Looking at some cigarette butts that are still hot on the ground, it seems that you are doing well. Look at the green leaves hanging on your forehead. Aren't there some dead leaves hanging on your forehead? You see, there are all kinds of bamboos, eucalyptus trees, Lady Enforcers, and many unknown people who happily robbed the road I opened last time, didn't they? Listen to all kinds of sounds around you. There are many birds singing and a little fruit falling to the ground. Hello, I haven't seen you for a long time-the oldest banyan tree in the village. Are you okay? Do you still remember that I was only vaguely in the past with many people in your shade? I know you have a friend who has been with you for a long time, but he is still standing in this forest. Maybe, maybe he still wants to hear that he is still recalling the past. After crossing the village, I thought about Xiaogang village.