Maple Valley

trinityeliza

Underneath the maple tree,
I dream of things I want to be.
Looking up at the sky so blue,
makes me think this could come true.

Smelling of the grass so sweet,
refreshes me with a delightful treat.
Feeling of the bark so rough,
makes me realize its gonna be tough.

To make it in this world alone,
just sitting here like some kind of stone.
No one to love me or me to love,
just all alone, like a Lonesome Dove.