sometimes my problems feel so big
like they'll just about swallow me up
but sitting among the sycamore trees
makes me feel like i'm good enough
i can tell the trees all my secrets
whisper them into the bark
the leaves and the branches won't tell on me
even after the forest gets dark
the forest is filled with magic
a quiet magic most cannot see
i hope that the power residing here
also has a home in me.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
sometimes my problems feel so big
like they'll just about swallow me up
but sitting among the sycamore trees
makes me feel like i'm good enough
i can tell the trees all my secrets
whisper them into the bark
the leaves and the branches won't tell on me
even after the forest gets dark
the forest is filled with magic
a quiet magic most cannot see
i hope that the power residing here
also has a home in me.
