My Tree
Long ago, I found a tree.
Alone it stood by the sea.
I went beneath its brilliant shade
And all my troubles there I laid.
To the tree, at night, I stole
And released the sorrows of my soul.
Everyday, until my time grew slim,
And the day my tomorrows ceased to begin.
But even now, I visit my tree:
My heart unburdened, my spirit free.