Through the green grass the wind blows,
it stops and I'll never know why.
I'm with a friend from my imagination,
he knows what I mean when I say 'the world in between the tree and me.'
A tall oak with a moss covered body,
bends with thee and me.
Oh how I love the tree and the tree loves me!
I am glad to have met the tree in my imagination.
The only place where I can be, just the tree and me.

