Aquela Velha Árvore
Victor Pradella
That Old Tree
Come have lunch
She called him inside
It was almost
Time for afternoon coffee
He was there
Sitting and staring
At that beautiful old tree
In her garden
That stole his attention
So he had no choice but to
Write a love song
He then prayed
For inspiration for the one
Who freely gives everyone a song
He smiled...
Humming is the way he found
To give thanks for his home
And that old tree
That’s always there
To remind him
Of how much life he found there
In her garden
And he wrote a love song
That afternoon
For the one who gave him her heart
