Roots
Beyond the old apple orchard.. down where the lilacs bloom,
there grows a tree that has stood still a mighty long time.
Its roots are so many and strong. They weave a tapestry of time
and memory into the earth.. 'twill never waste away.. not really.
When one thinks of all the life that's happened there..
down by where the lilacs bloom. All that livin -
.....the children playin'
........the couples kissin'
............the ladies singin'
...........the old man sleepin'
................slowly dyin'
........... newly wakin'
so much life indeed..
a strong and steady tree.
there grows a tree that has stood still a mighty long time.
Its roots are so many and strong. They weave a tapestry of time
and memory into the earth.. 'twill never waste away.. not really.
When one thinks of all the life that's happened there..
down by where the lilacs bloom. All that livin -
.....the children playin'
........the couples kissin'
............the ladies singin'
...........the old man sleepin'
................slowly dyin'
........... newly wakin'
so much life indeed..
a strong and steady tree.
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