The Old Oak Tree
I want to go outside
I guess I could if i tried...
I never have the guts to do it though
I'm always scared what they would think of me if I go
Outside seems so welcoming
The breeze is practically inviting
How I long to accept its invitation
To sit by the oak tree and just listen
The grass rustling through my fingers
The stillness of the night as I linger
The wind whistles a song
And I know that I will stay out here very long
I fall asleep
Next to the old oak tree
I hear the morning birds sing their song for me
I smile at them and I realize I'm truly happy for the first time
But when I suddenly wake up
I cry
Because it was all a wonderful dream
And I knew it would never happen to me
Copyright © Caleah Buil | Year Posted 2013
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