In one ear
I hear so clear
A gust of wind is drawing near

In its path
Feels its wrath
A jolly pine begins to dance

In my mind a ballad plays
To the sadness the pine tree sways

At this time
In my mind
I wondered something about this pine
To how a pine could be so blue
To was a pine like me and you?
To if a pine is truly sad
Why doesn’t he leave and never come back?
To a different forest off a different two track
Leave this place and never look back

In that forest
Filled with pines
In a straight row line by line
With no change except one trace
Between two trees a giant space
And where he settled
No one knows
Except some days the passing boats
Point to a pine tree out on the coast.