I dreamed I was lost among a thousand trees
And the Leaves were speaking through the breeze
And their voice was familiar and warm
And they spoke as if singing a song
And they told of a thief who stole the most beautiful heart
And they whispered of the splinters he had left in its place
And they warned of the danger of feeling as if there is nothing to feel
And I tried to speak back but all I could do was stand there and tremble
Their beautiful words filled with such anguish they brought forth my own tears
And I was helpless to help
I would catch this thief and return the heart if I only knew where he hid
I would burn every splinter and heal every wound
I would comfort these Leaves
But even in this dream their branches are just out of reach