The Magic Tree

The Magic Tree The magic tree It calls to me It brings me whispers of things to be, Voices of the past pass through the leaves Speaking to me of things gone by, I hear the voices of the ones I loved, Telling me of their enduring love, How they watch over me from where they are, Enabling my dreams to all come true, The magic tree takes it time to grow, Of the world’s mysteries it does know, It gives out wishes, one, two and three, When the wind blows, The magic tree, Calls out to me, It sends me love, warmth and the music of life, It gathers me into its branches, And hugs me tight, The magic tree, It calls to me. Celine Rose Mariotti