The sweet tune makes its way toward my ear

Then in a flash it is gone

The wind has lifted it up and is pushing it with haste

The Birds Then rest it on their soaring back

Reaching up higher to grab it, I fall

down

down

down

From  the sturdy tree that had forever held me so tightly

The bones of my body ace for the music so long forgotten

The sweet tune again makes its way towards my ear

Feet planted deep into the now forgiving ground

Instead of resting all my weight on the tree

I also grow to the hieght of the sky