Underneath the Dreaming Tree,
We sit in sun’s security
Drenched in Summer’s purple dawn
We listen to the morning’s song

It’s voice is like a river bed
A lyrical song inside our heads
And all those dreams I shared with you
Were always, doubtless, coming true

Nature’s boughs around us bent
And, we, the Human element,
Seven years old, we knew no fear,
Not yet, not then, not under here

Then October wind, November rain,
It’s frozen hard by winter’s pain
Encased in ice and cold and snow,
Then thawed again by Summer’s glow