The “Giving Tree”, a cây in which Michael Jackson gets inspiration to write his songs.

“I called it my giving cây because it inspires me. I tình yêu climbing trees in general but this cây I loved the most because I climb up high and look down at its branches and I just tình yêu it… So many ideas. I’ve written so many songs from this tree. I wrote “Heal the World” in this tree, “Will bạn be there”, “Black hoặc White”, “Childhood”. I tình yêu 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 cây 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 cây was happy.
Oh, the cây was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one ngày he came and said,
"Can bạn give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," đã đưa ý kiến the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But bạn can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the cây was happy.
Oh, the cây was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he đã đưa ý kiến to the tree,
"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give bạn a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But bạn may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the cây was happy.
Oh, the cây was glad.

And time went bởi 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 bạn can cut it down
And build yourself a thuyền and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the cây was happy.
Oh, the cây was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help bạn if bạn ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing thêm to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", đã đưa ý kiến 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 cây was glad.