Elf's Tree
Your heart is old
Your pulse is cold
You wear a crown
And yet you bow
Shall we begin?
My ear to your skin
Whisper to me
Whisper to me
In syllables, slow
Whisper to me
Whisper to me
The secrets you know
You creak and you moan
You stand all alone
Through seasons and years
While I visit you here
Though I may roam
I cannot take you home
Whispering
Whispering
I gather your tales
Whispering
Whispering
I make them my own
You dig dark lush earth
You drink sweet fresh rain
You wait with vast patience
for me to return
You stretch and you grow
You ebb and you flow
From green into gold
like the stories you've told
Forgive me
Forgive me
I had to go
Forgive me
Dear tree
The sea called me home