Left to one's own devices?
Me and the notion of you in a tree
Saving the world, for a smile that rises
Above the clouds, when a tale comes to freedom

Pensive, and looking the part
Meandering hopes, that come to finite ends
Like time, to merit a new season to start
A total of contemplation, free and few to lends

Will we seem the better of cope, a half of since?
True to day's fascination
And the coming honor of a nobly thought wind
Bare with us a moment in the sun, wearing cloth of many

And due call, to a worthier shoulder
Known this way and that, the curiosity of what was a nod
To the silence we envelop with the clash of shares, somehow older
But now the decency of a good natured kiss, looking where silence ought

Mighty is the name of this tree, saving hidden more
Time in love, with both and the risks of uncertainty
Taken for a liberty we gather, is future with it to assure
Happy is the sincerity of a found friend, with it to show, a tree...