It was really hard...trying to think up a song for a tree. Yes, being someone that enjoyed music and playing guitar, Dylan had written things before...but nothing of any good (he could admit). There were just some talents that he did not have...Song writing was one of them...Not that he wasn't prepared to try, mind...but the effort might be wasted.

That was all.

Siiiiiiiiigh.

Oh, wonderful yew tree...
I'm so pleased with what you have given me...

Well, it was true, so far. The tree had been wonderful and grand...and Dylan was pleased with stuff...The point of the song would be to write about what was true, yea? That's what he'd always believed about these types of things, anyway. If you didn't believe it...it wouldn't come. Ahem.

Your gift was not bestowed in vain
...and you won't ever hear me complain...

...about tree-hugging and saving the planet again.

.....

This was absolutely awful...The Slytherin face-planted the table in his frustration, taking a deep breath after doing so. He absolutely hated writing lyrics. It was something he didn't even do this for his girlfriend...Ugh...

MENTAL!FLAIL!