That barren tree,
The one that reminds me
That things are multi-colored
And not black and white,
It stands, quiet and graceful,
Just as my grandfather stood.
I want to embrace them both,
And soak in their wisdom
And stories of long before.
The one that reminds me
That things are multi-colored
And not black and white,
It stands, quiet and graceful,
Just as my grandfather stood.
I want to embrace them both,
And soak in their wisdom
And stories of long before.




