#2352-Felt
There is a tree,
Beside a quiet street,
One that is small,
Rather indistinct,
Often walked by unseen.
Decorated by memories,
Ladened with meaning,
She is no longer alone,
But bound,
To me and you.
There is a tree,
Beside a quiet street,
One that is small,
Rather indistinct,
Often walked by unseen.
Decorated by memories,
Ladened with meaning,
She is no longer alone,
But bound,
To me and you.