Where Trees Run Free

In the silence of a restless night,

I see us there, beneath the pale moonlight.

Roots like whispers buried deep,

Branches reaching as we leap.

In dreams, we are running trees,

With leaves that dance on a midnight breeze.

Bound to the earth, yet breaking free,

In the world where wild things cease to be.

Our shadows stretch across the land,

Twisting tall, hand in hand.

With roots entwined, we chase the stars,

Far from fences, fields, and scars.

In dreams, we are running trees,

With leaves that dance on a midnight breeze.

Bound to the earth, yet breaking free,

In the world where wild things cease to be.

Branches bending to the sky,

Reaching heights we can't defy.

Our roots may hold, but can't restrain,

The way we rise above the plain.

When morning breaks, the vision fades,

We’re left with shadows memory made.

But in the night, we’ll run once more,

Through silent forests, forevermore.

In dreams, we are running trees,

With leaves that dance on a midnight breeze.

Bound to the earth, yet breaking free,

In the world where wild things cease to be.

So when you sleep, just wait for me,

Where we’re rooted yet roam free.

In dreams, we’ll run like trees once more,

Forever wild on that forest floor.

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