There is a door that opens inside of the tree It’s let’s the Littles live free. There is a door that closes inside of the tree It let’s the Littles just be. The Littles run around when they are free. They play outside and see what they see. The Littles sit and rest Forgetting that we put them to the test They help us bigs even though we do not know. They help us and allow us to grow. Without the Littles in their tree. This planet of ours would be full of debris.