Under the Tree of Figs

It is here in the cool of its shade.

It is here my burdens are laid.

It is in the sound of whispering wind.

It is your voice I hear once again.

It is this precious spot.

It is here where I come a lot.

It is here where you let me pour out my heart.

Even though you’ve known it from the start.

It is here where we meet face to face.

It is here in what is our special place.

It is here where I am Daughter, Warrior and Precious Child.

It is here where you give rest to my life that can be so wild.

It is here where I feel your embrace.

It is here where you dry the tears from my face.

It is here where silence with you soothes my soul.

It is here where you make me whole.

It is here where laughter is shared.

It is here I come when I am scared.

It is here where we talk about all things small or big.

It is here under the tree of figs.