As spring awakens

The fig tree wakes up,

With flowers blooming,

It’s a sign that it's all ready to go.

Its leaves weave side to side,

A friend to us,

Listens with an open heart,

And watches as the children go by.

Gently they swing, gently they sing,

As the still small voice whispers,

When the children are ready,

They say goodbye and smile,

A memory capable of living.

It stands there,

Watching a blanket of stars appear. 

The tree makes a sleeping song,

“Another day has come and gone…”

Says the Fig

“Goodnight”

Says the Fig

“Goodnight to you and me”