The Lonely Tree
The tree stands firm
It dose not squirm
As the storm comes raging in
It pulls at her arms and her fingers spin
All by herself the only one left
Alone by the abandoned creak
As the sky begins to leak
I shed a tear as my old friend finally gives into the sky
My shade, my climbing friend, my silent company I begin to cry
Good bye.
My Tree
When I have had enough
When life is to tough
I run to you
Past my sheep and cows that goes baa, moo
Under your refreshing shade
Under your protecting glaze
I climb you arms
Look out at the farm
As I watch your leaves fall slowly to the ground
I listen to the wind going around
Here I am safe
Here I am at peace
Into your arms I belong
By Rain
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