Branches as high as a vigilant eye could see
 [bad word]  once scratched into this tree
An old man sat down at this mighty oak
Every morning, day by day
And he closed his eyes
While a gasp blew through its leaves
And he began to speak

Roots as deep as the very depths of heart
Source for those who know what s still [bad word] 
Man of wisdom and knowledge great
With hair as white as snow
The young amongst them in a circle sat
And listened to his voice
While he began to speak