THE REDWOOD


      The redwood stretched for the sky
      It has been here for many years
      Keeping secrets as it grows
      Green ferns surround its base

      She leans against the strong trunk
      The sun appears to shine in her hair
      She has a tear
      Slowly washing her face

      Her heart is empty now
      She tries to think where it all went wrong
      But the knowing isn�t hers
      She pushes the world away

      She laughed in days past
      Danced to beautiful music
      The emptiness is her only fiend
      She brings it in close

      No one will hurt her again
      The redwood is rubbing her back
      A gentle touch
      She moves swaying with the breeze

      He left not long ago
      The usual story of her loves
      Why do they always leave
      A question she doesn�t try to answer

      She looks up through the branches
      As far as she can see
      Only the redwood in view
      A solitary world

      A whisper in her ear
      She looks around
      No one to be seen
      The voice tells her all is love

      I will fill your empty heart
      I�m a friend when no others are
      Still only the redwood
      She turns and knocks on the tree

      What wonders lie inside
      How long have you lived here
      I have been since the beginning
      You are not alone in this life

      Look at the beauty
      Everywhere from the ocean
      To the mountains
      There is love

      In the soul of every man
      There is love
      In the emptiness of the thoughtless
      Still there is love

      She feels the warmth of the words
      Another tear falls on her cheek
      This time for not seeing
      There is hope

      She stands while not moving
      Away from the redwood
      Looks out at the forest
      A man in the distance

      She wonders in this magical place
      Could this be love
      Then softly in the air she hears
      A friend is love enough for this time

      He walks towards her
      And she to him
      A smile of knowing
      The empty heart begins to fill


      Michael V Hechtman