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

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

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

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

And time went par 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 toi can cut it down
And build yourself a bateau and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the arbre was happy.
Oh, the arbre was glad.

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