my Friend the Tree...

I want to see you again a long time ago

My old childhood friend

I had a lot to say to you

And knew you would understand me

I came as a little girl

To you with all the child worries

I felt safe with you

And all sorrow flew away

I cried in your arms

Do you paint with your green leaves

My old friend over my hair

My friend the tree is dead

It fell in the early morning red

You fell this morning, I was late

You will never sway yourself in the wind again

You must be like lying on the way

And some who pass by

He doesn't respect the rest of life

And tear at your green branches

Who, dying, bow to the earth

Who will give me the rest now?

I found in your shadow

My best friend is lost to me

That connected me to childhood

My friend the tree is dead

It fell in the early morning red

Soon a house of glass and stone will grow

Where it was cut off

Soon there will be gray walls

There where he lies in the sunshine

Maybe there will be a miracle

I will secretly wait for it

Perhaps a garden is in bloom in front of the house

And that awakens to new life

But then he is still weak and small

And even if they go on for many years

He will never be the same again

My friend the tree is dead

It fell in the early morning red

 

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