Have you ever wondered about a tree? Something I'm working on thought I'd share |
Standing lonely in that meadow there You’ll find an old oak tree His roots are deep and his crown is full And just as tall as he can be Now there is nothing too amazing here To the average passer-by But this old oak has many tales If you’ll look with careful eye For example if you’ll notice Where his trunk has grown apart Carved neatly with a pocket knife is a simple shapened heart Tattooed there forever Viewed clearly in his bark Is the memory of a yesterday When two lovers left their mark And just off of his largest branch Hung with a father’s expertise A simple children’s tire swing sways gently with the breeze And sometimes when the wind is right When the breeze just licks the ground If you’ll close your eye’s and picture it You can just make out the sound Of the children as they swing there And laugh threw out the day Oh, the joy this old tree felt When the children came to play But, now his story changes And from the corner of your eye You see it there tied carefully Just about knee high A single yellow ribbon Tied neatly in a bow Left there by a solder’s wife From many years ago And the old oak tree remembers How he shared the wife’s concern And how he often prayed with her For the soldiers safe return The worry that he felt Is a hard thing to convey But you can tell by how this tree stands tall That soldier found his way Yeah, there’s many tales to be told here In the heart of this old tree Life times to be shared with us If we’ll only look to see |