Lullaby Tree
Cradle a thought on a bough of a tree,
Where it will swing so lazily,
Where it will gather to its heart
All in Nature’s lovely mart.
For every lovely living thing
Stops to talk by a tree and sing,
Of what has gone on that very day
In fields and forests far away.
If little thoughts hear happily
All that’s said about a tree,
They’ll grow to be so wise and true,
They’ll come back to the heart of you
Much stronger, grown in beauty free,
Because their cradle was a tree.