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..
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