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
