Life Is Like A Tree, Stand Tall And Weep
Food For Thought
Lookin out of the window, at everything green
Life is just a challenge, growing like a tree
Strong dark trunk, leaves blowing in the wind
Birds feathers flutter, chirping in the spring
Limbs long and straight, others knarled and entwined
Wind blowing hard, branches swaying in time
Problems altogether sorted, friends by your side
Forests all supported, trees dancing in a line
For the winds howling tale, to listen as a guide
At the edge of the forest, looking out, inside
Deep and dark green, splattering of summer light
The all knowing owl, feathers spread wide and white
Listen to the wind, mistakes are riding high
Down in the roots, families are growing
Guidance rules, children are knowing
Life is just a dream, it's just the way we live it
Like the strong dark trees, reaching for the sky
Easily turned, but not to do or die
Emerging from the moss, little eyes are blinking
The strong dependant boughs, the little children thinking
Sunlight today, knowledge in its making
Rain tomorrow, nurturing the living
Looking out of the window, at the strong dark tree
Overshadowing everything that we can see
Friend or foe, life is for the living
But tell me now, what about the dreaming?
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