Old Tree

Old tree... Down at the middle of the vale Telling tales of an ancient people And their lore Around are hilly peaks Silent in the disquiet below And just a little while, The rain will come; Crawling and calling, Crashing... In torrents, Seeking all true natures disciples And paint the land in refreshing ink With morning dew and a green swathe Wild flowers don't bloom here But I see the green just as pink, Just as yellow and just as sweet Its just a little closer to heaven They will charge you a dollar For some water or Cola As they wait on you, in soft velvet collars And to behold such beauty Is not about profit No one ever pays to get to heaven Still... Old tree telling tales of an ancient time When lions roamed and roared And herdsmen trembled for their flock A time when there were no roads And heaven was full mosquitoes and disease Old tree..