written by: Ingela(saja)
The tree, so magnificent, with its’ branches way up high.
Some of them seem to reach so far they touch the sky.
Sitting on a rock, looking at the tree.
Wonder what went wrong, what happened to you and me?
How many times I sat here? Too many to remember,
Too many times crying, thinking of surrender.
The Storm has come, I’m freezing cold! Still watching the old tree.
And for a second I was sure the snare looked back at me…