Sitting in the crook of a tree
quietly Hiding, so no one sees me
Life is happening all around
My happy smile Finally, I found
I’m not sure where she’s been hiding
I lost myself and stopped confiding
Years of hoping and always trusting
Time moves too fast; don’t sit rusting
climb down and face the day
Speak your peace, have a say
Before the day moves to the night
Put anguish and tears out of sight
In the crook of a tree, I find comfort
It gives me the time to sit and sort
When it’s okay, I climb down
My face was no longer a frown
I found strength sitting in the crook of a tree
Strong limbs always mold and shape me
