• Upon a hill there laid a tree-
    a tree- I do believe was made for me
    and as the clouds swam by
    under this tree I would lie
    Flowers did blosom with petals so bright
    the air was clean with rain that fell so light
    Animals of young did love to play
    and so i lied under my tree al day
    the rain left slowly but faded away
    and one could feel the sun's intense ray
    it dried the rain and made plants grow
    but only an observant eye would know
    when the heat unwavering did not fade
    I rested under my tree in the shade
    But now my tree has turned a gold
    and it's leaves rock slowly to the ground
    it would seem with the passing it has grown old
    but with youth a new season tide is found.