The “Giving Tree”, a дерево in which Michael Jackson gets inspiration to write his songs.
“I called it my giving дерево because it inspires me. I Любовь climbing trees in general but this дерево I loved the most because I climb up high and look down at its branches and I just Любовь it… So many ideas. I’ve written so many songs from this tree. I wrote “Heal the World” in this tree, “Will Ты be there”, “Black или White”, “Childhood”. I Любовь climbing trees. I think water balloon fights and climbing trees... those are two of my favorites.” – Michael Jackson
Shel Silverstein's poem 'The Giving Tree'
"Once there was a giving дерево who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer’s hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
But soon the boy grew older and one день he came and said,
"Can Ты give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," сказал(-а) the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But Ты can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
But soon again the boy came back and he сказал(-а) to the tree,
"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give Ты a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But Ты may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But Ты can cut it down
And build yourself a лодка and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help Ты if Ты ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing еще to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", сказал(-а) the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
“I called it my giving дерево because it inspires me. I Любовь climbing trees in general but this дерево I loved the most because I climb up high and look down at its branches and I just Любовь it… So many ideas. I’ve written so many songs from this tree. I wrote “Heal the World” in this tree, “Will Ты be there”, “Black или White”, “Childhood”. I Любовь climbing trees. I think water balloon fights and climbing trees... those are two of my favorites.” – Michael Jackson
Shel Silverstein's poem 'The Giving Tree'
"Once there was a giving дерево who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer’s hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
But soon the boy grew older and one день he came and said,
"Can Ты give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," сказал(-а) the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But Ты can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
But soon again the boy came back and he сказал(-а) to the tree,
"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give Ты a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But Ты may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But Ты can cut it down
And build yourself a лодка and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the дерево was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.
And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help Ты if Ты ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing еще to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", сказал(-а) the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the дерево was glad.