Music

She found her shelter
In the branches of a fertile tree.
Its trunk was brown.
Its root was firm.

And as the moon raced
Through the darkness of a stormy night
She heard a song,
The song of love.

With the rising of the morning sun
As her dream broke
She found the flower
Lying in her lap.
It was lying in her lap,
A bright red rose.

And as the years pass
She’s reminded of the fertile tree.
The trunk was brown.
The root was firm.
  
And as the years pass
She cannot forget the stormy night
She heard the song,
The song of love.

She hears it still,
The song of the rose

And as the years pass
She’s reminded of the fertile tree.
The trunk was brown.
The root was firm.
  
And as the years pass
She cannot forget the stormy night
She heard the song,
The song of love.

She hears it still,
The song of the rose.