Tree

Oak tree resting in the park Its trunk are full of wrinkles Who are full of wisdom and grace It has been planted a long ago It has been waiting like a steppe wolf For someone special to give a message A message which is curved in a stone Stone that is so old that cries to be reborn Maybe prophecy will come true, Maybe that special one is born In another galaxy, Maybe it is around the corner Maybe the prophecy Will never come true But the oak tree Will be still in the park Waiting for someone To open the gate