Far beyond the horizon

Under the familiar blue sky

Stands a tree from my childhood

Whose leaves have fallen by

It’s a symbol of my strength

It’s a symbol of my dreams

For under its shade I have spent

Many a days of blissful retreat

Lying in its comfort

I have seen the clouds float across

From near its roots everyday

I had plucked the flowers and grass

Running squirrels and changing chameleons

On its thick trunk, each day

Had made me think and ponder

Of a life that could be gay

Far beyond the horizon

Under the familiar blue sky

It’s all still there: the trees, the shade, the birds, the grass

It’s all still there: the dreams, the strength, the thoughts, the flowers