Along a road in solemn solitude went me.
Until voices came inviting me to a tree with no guile.
I was very tempted to instantly agree,
Because they insisted I could rest under for a while.

Along a road in solemn solitude went me.
Finding myself near another broad leaf.
In this lonely desert where exile was free,
And I just wanted to find myself some peace.

Was it a sin for exile to lie in the shade,
Or better yet to be the shade itself.
You tell me as you look at my shade that was forbade,
Isn’t it pleasant even when our leaders promised Hell if.

Next to a road in solemn solitude hung me,
Each passerby looked and quickly did not.
As my body cast shade from top branches of that tree.
Not finishing my road because I’d been caught

I had much to do and much to see,
But here I am instead relaxing in the hanging tree.
I had much to do and much to see,
But instead now I have peace and sway in the breeze.

Someone came to disturb my easy peace.
They cut the strands I considered tendons and ligaments.
My friend would not accept my chosen release.
Attacking the branch connected to me, it was snapping and bent.

Releasing me and and the pent up oxygen.
She blew lively breath into my deprived lung.
After the hell my body and mind had been in
I was glad to see your face, in my mind your beauty was flung.

Down a solemn road in company went she and me.
She had saved me from that hanging tree.
Down this dusty road we went hand in hand.
Her hand and breath saved so we could live on this desert land.