Tree

I had a tree

in the dream hills where my childhood lay

and I'd go there in the wide long days

and my tree would listen to all that I'd say

and the sun was shinging brightly and the sky was smiling

then one day when the world had put me in its tomb

and my life was just an empty room

I went to my tree and I sat there in my gloom

and the light was fading dimly and the sky ws crying

then my tree bent its branches low down to the ground

and its green leaves shrouded up my mind

and I left the world somewhere behind

and I didn not know what I would find

and the sun was shining brightly and the sky was smiling