I think of her

The solid trunk of a big oak tree
provides a place of rest
to lean against and let the breeze
carress my tired, aching self

every time I sit in its shade
i think of her
the sun shines through the leaves onto the ground
and i think of her

i worked on a farm for years
saving for her return
thoughts of her were always with me
but she never came home
I still work through the day
so that I can sleep at night
I try to exhaust myself
so that I don't think of her

every time I sit in its shade
i think of her
the sun shines through the leaves onto the ground
and i think of her