High up above the ground
Leaves surrounding us
The wind rustling beneath our feet
Sitting on branches with little small talk
If only this moment lasted forever

A little boy only five
Thinking he can climb up all the way
With a little puppy staring at us from the ground
Waiting and waiting for us to come down
The little child let his imaginary be wild
He used to be so excited to climb up this old tree
That he used to tell me all of his stories in

This little boy has now grown older
It's crazy how much a few years can change you
The puppy that waited at our feet is now old and tired
The boys stories are told less and less
Now this old tree only hears the silence of growing old