Under The Trees

Looking at the bees
Flying low
Under the trees
Over the snow

And the thoughts you believe
Are thoughts of your own
And the words you forgive
Are already gone

A day goes in a blink
And a week goes so fast
And the things that you seek
They are now in the past

Looking at the wheels
As they spin passing by
Over the hills
Under the sky

Now I don't think I know
What goes on in this world
But one thing I know
And It's not what I'm told

That the skin of the tree
Like your heart and you soul
And the things you believe
To me make no sense at all

In your mind a poem
On your cheek a rhyme
In the tree a weasel
Waiting for the night-time

From dust you came
And to dust you shall return
Under the trees



Credits
Writer(s): Alon Magen
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