Growing out of the old tree
There are rings around the best of me
As I try to be tall and strong
But the wind blows to prove me wrong
In the forest with all my peers
Scattered light to crystal clear
The pine floor for the girl who walks 
And it’s to those beings that she talks
And hears their reply like the soul in the air
She wasn’t home til she went there
And lay down under their canopy
Living love like a recipe
To fathom days that have lost their weight
And she has given up on hate
Coz it only defeats itself
Like icicles in sun to melt
And she squares up with the cards she’s been dealt
And the monumental that she’s felt
It’s all come to naught but here
She’s still among friends so dear
That listen as they simply sway
She sighs and would not have it any other way