The Giant Oak Tree
|On finding home|
Moving with the wind, she don’t think about when
Breath like the breeze through the giant Oak tree
She climbed its branches as a child,
Fell down and lost her wind but always got back up again
Never fearing the climb but only the descent,
Going up just to come back down again
At the top of the giant Oak tree she could feel the breeze,
And thats where she learned the feeling of free
Out of their reach and away from their calls,
She could hear it all
On the ground she lost the sounds,
Only voices left to surround
Her soul reached through the branches to a great unknown,
Better than any place she ever called home
Her soul was alive when the only thing to do was survive
Lost her footing when she hit the ground,
Sounds of pavement left to resound
The birds and the breeze and the feeling of free,
Left in the branches of the old Oak tree
In front of a house that was never a home,
The giant Oak tree knew who she was and could be,
Without any doubts about her need to be free —
That was her family
