My tree, while weeping bitter tears, br Its strong arms drooping, twisted low, br Low to my level-whispered songs br Its old heart knew from the long ago. br br My tears weren't strangers to that tree br For it had shed some of its own. br Its knowing thoughts to me were dear br Those feelings no one else has shown. br br I wrapped my arms around its waist br Dark leaves a hidden mystery spelt br Its shape with many secrets filled br Deep secrets I shall never tell. br br In its rough bark and inner core br Where my heart found its solace long, br That only our communion held br Was of my tree and mine alone.