My Old Tamarind Tree

A tree of six heads and endless tales,
The big one stands tall for eternal dance
The rest swings its glory and learn their steps
Morning rises, for us to set march
One by one up the tree
Inching, winching, tip toe and bare feet
Stop reach the tangy highs
Treasure trove of multiple seeds
Stories and expeditions of the six soldiers
O My Old tamarind tree, grandmomma's precious seed
Tall, green like a peacock dance
Filled with stories of ghosts and bravado
My old tamarind tree, waking up to you
In summer time, for tangy highs in our lifetime
We march in victory tip top toe to another morning
Full of mystery and new brown diamonds
My old tamarind tree, to you we surrender our tangy tales
Once in a lifetime, forever etched in our six heads of muddy madness
To our old tamarind tree our holy mate of honor