tree 02.25.99

tree

under that tree feeling the breeze
that tree by the spring fed stream
that wonderful old tree at the edge of the field
and you at my side under that tree
we never spoke a word but much was said
songs were sung stories were told
and lifetimes past by us like flowers in the wind
i can still smell the fresh air and you
our grand tree it is
and every time i sleep i’ll look for you there