Childhood


A lounge of grass and earth
The branches of an old oak tree
Clouds slip by on unseen pathways
Time forgets all about me

All alone but not so lonely
People come and people leave
The feel of soft and steady breezes
Make music in the ancient eaves

Life springing forth all around me
Birds sing out the earth's delight
Piercing hope carried to my ears
Everything in this world is right

Nothing bad can ever come here
Underneath this old oak tree
Scars and hurts thy vanish quickly
As I lay here quietly

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