The Tree

THE TREE

Written by: Debbie Billingsley

I close my eyes and drift away

I open my mind, my thoughts go astray

But I know where they're going

Because I've been there before

My special place of peace

My tree, on a hill by the shore

Of a beautiful lake surrounded by mountains

With waterfalls tumbling down from the rocks

I look up to the sky and see all the beauty

Birds of all kinds soaring high in their flocks

I sit at the foot of that magical willow

Rest my head on the trunk which I use as my pillow

The grass feels so soft, it's so green and so lush

The smell of the flowers give my senses a rush

My body is relaxed, I feel light as a feather

This wonderful hideaway has constant warm weather

I take in the views, the peace and tranquility

Meditation is the key that has given me the ability

To travel here to this place of mine

And allow me to heal and help me feel fine

I stay as long as my concentration allows

But return I must and disappointment soon follows

I wish I could stay in those wondrous surroundings

My soul-mate and I were discovered there as foundlings

We were separated and lost one another as centuries passed on

Our outer selves forgot but our souls remembered we were always one

Then one day in this lifetime, something special did happen

He found me at my place that I go to so often...