The Family Tree
Where did you go; I must know
ACROSS THE FIRE
The day dwindles and the river fades
I hear the warmth as I gather around the Tree
The cedar snaps to the rhythm of the guitar
It’s this; that I so desire
Reminiscing, we overhear the serenades
Being lost in the moment can be the most free
Shimmering; I see we can stray but never far
I see who I am; across the fire
