Quiet At Last

Wise people say there is a special place hidden in a cloud I saw it once  Somewhere, I swear Far away… here… There was tall, lonely tree planted on top a hill overlooking meadow, open fields, gave roots to the deep this was my dream Year after year I visit there …. all alone not knowing if he was scared or whether he was gone this tree stood so tall gave shade and called my name It seemed Like this was a dream  So many years when summer turned to fall he shed his leaves to ground I was not around he gave his crown to me but I didn’t see I thought of him I didn’t know If he was there or if he was gone across the world, we meet again the secret place through clouds and rain and he was there still tall, and strong  and this is my song