Girl of the Rowan Tree
Rowan who sings like the summer wind
And asks why am I here?
Who is strength and loneliness
Who is the gentle breeze and the harsh wind
Whose soft brown eyes are full of sadness
is sitting alone in the forest
Who tells me my work must not be done
Who tells me your work is not done
Whose long hair is like the shining sun
can’t seem to find her way
is a leaf floating in the wind
is a white wolf;strong yet thin
is both strong and weak
Who smiles to hide the pain
is tired of the agony that runs through her veins
asking why am I here?
Why am I here?
But she knows why.
She has always known
For like the tree that stands tall,
supported by her roots
So does she
Her friends
Her family
They are her roots
And she will never fall.
For her roots keep her
Alive
They are why she is here
She is the Rowan Tree