If I could talk to an Oak, or speak to a mighty Red Wood, or perhaps climb a mountain and chat with a lonesome Pine, what might I learn from listening to them? Would I hear all of the gossip from every passing bird, or perhaps their desires for the world. The one thing I think I would ask and would really like to know, is what does a tree dream of? Does the Oak dream of seeing it's Acorns grow, does the Red Wood dream of a simpler time? Would the Pine dream of the far away places it can see but never go, what would be on their minds. Perhaps one would not dream alone, but as a whole forest it link. Oh to know the secret of what a tree would dream, that would be amazing indeed.

I am shivering and cold
Not like that's new,
But I'd do anything
To be next to you.

And it's crazy and strange
And what do I say,
There's a Bluebird in my heart,
And I want him to stay.

I want so badly
To tell you the truth,
That my love for you
Has been growing since youth.

And I know it sounds crazy and strange,
But this is all I've ever known to be true,
That my heart is yours,
And my place is with you.