Catch Me

I wonder

Do you wonder if that old oak tree feels the

Sway from the tire swinging under its canopy, or the

Joy of the boy at his highest point taking a leap of faith

I wonder, wonder about the old oak tree

Will you catch me or get out of the way

I'm falling, falling, falling into you

The creativity will come from inside and

Re-shapes the world just a shovel at a time

The roots of the trees are the bridges and tunnels

Makes lakes and streams out of little mud puddles