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Honorary Poster
By Erica
Sometimes at night I get up from my bed.
I go outside and I lay down my head.
On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace
Under the shelter of the old oak tree.
Leaning my head against its bark.
Looking up at the sky, things aren't so dark.
I can feel it... the oak is living, breathing.
The leaves are alive... its heart is beating...
I listen closer and wonder what it's seen
With its wise old bark and its leaves of green.
It cradles me closer. The leaves whisper to me,
So I sit there and listen to the old oak tree.
Gazing at the dark night sky,
The expanse of stars is breathtaking. I sigh.
Out there is a universe much greater than I,
But the place where I belong is where I reside.
One day I'll explore it. I'll touch every star,
And I'll find my way back to where you are.
One day I'll go out there, oh the things I will see.
Until then...I'll stay under the old oak tree.
Safe in its arms, I lay. The night is still.
It loves me, holds me, and always will.
Hush. It whispers. I close my eyes,
And I begin to drift as the moon does rise.
Hush says the tree. Everything is all right.
I let myself slip away on that cool fall night.
And I dream... I am far, somewhere up in the sky,
Exploring the universe that is greater than I...
Living, breathing, she whispers to me,
So I lay and dream
Under the old oak tree.
Sometimes at night I get up from my bed.
I go outside and I lay down my head.
On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace
Under the shelter of the old oak tree.
Leaning my head against its bark.
Looking up at the sky, things aren't so dark.
I can feel it... the oak is living, breathing.
The leaves are alive... its heart is beating...
I listen closer and wonder what it's seen
With its wise old bark and its leaves of green.
It cradles me closer. The leaves whisper to me,
So I sit there and listen to the old oak tree.
Gazing at the dark night sky,
The expanse of stars is breathtaking. I sigh.
Out there is a universe much greater than I,
But the place where I belong is where I reside.
One day I'll explore it. I'll touch every star,
And I'll find my way back to where you are.
One day I'll go out there, oh the things I will see.
Until then...I'll stay under the old oak tree.
Safe in its arms, I lay. The night is still.
It loves me, holds me, and always will.
Hush. It whispers. I close my eyes,
And I begin to drift as the moon does rise.
Hush says the tree. Everything is all right.
I let myself slip away on that cool fall night.
And I dream... I am far, somewhere up in the sky,
Exploring the universe that is greater than I...
Living, breathing, she whispers to me,
So I lay and dream
Under the old oak tree.