• There is a tree in Paradise that holds all silence divine,
    Which, sheltered in body and mind, is forever hidden from our kind,
    For the essence of its dreaming, is lost in our minds eternal seeming,
    And the tales it tells, to us, are naught more than what we cannot define.

    My mind was gone in the hidden folds of time's listless sleep,
    And when awoken, I found myself standing underneath that mid-morning shadw,
    Sheltered in body and mind, forever hidden and unable to find,
    The essence of that dreaming, so lost in the mind's eternal scheming.

    But paradise seemed so far, when all the world so heavy be,
    For men do live and men do die, as the sun does see and sigh.

    And the stars, so gentle, do bring back upon,
    The silver hue to autumn's crown and dawn,
    For the forest's musky breeze, as it does waft through,
    The leaves of wisps and willows alike.

    For a day without sunlight, is a night without moonlight,
    And from that eternal darkness, there is a voice calling me to stay,
    Stay…
    Stay the eternal night and day.

    And the fool on the hill is laughing to say,
    What the trees dreaming, keep for another timeless day.

    For that tree in paradise, that holds all silence divine,
    In that tree we will find, the dreams of all mankind.