A Story Within A Story
Did you see that old tree,
That stands near the small river,
Seems like he’s used to see
The moon that is dressed-up in silver.
He keeps all the secrets of this land,
And only he knows how many times,
Saw the people of the village stand,
And throw in the river a little dime.
But not only that he saw them wishing,
He could even read their minds,
From old Joseph that wished to go fishing,
Till Mary that wished to know the mankind’s.
That tree must be hiding a lot of great stories
Of princesses and knights that have come,
To make bonds for life, to plan glories,
Maybe one day I can make him tell some…