The Oak Tree

Driving along with the window down
Music blaring in her ears
Wind blowing her hair as the world was passing her by
She wasn't hearing the trees singing her a song
With the birds created a melody
Bumps in the road creating the beat
And she couldn't hear a thing
She didn't know where we were going
And to her surprise
The headphones fell out of her ears
Nature came running
And childhood was near
The car door slammed
As she sat against the old oak tree
That she hasn't seen for years