Just one word, a phrase or two, Something simple, or something new. I left all my plight in a place far away. The clamor of the city and its mighty bray.
In the silhouette of an old oak tree, Eagerly awaiting the winds of subtlety. Change, it roars, and swirls around me. It picks me up, I lose sight of the ground. I’ve forgotten my fear, My trunk no longer bound.
There’s too much to perceive up here.