Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees



Darkhorse, what a world is this,
Darkhorse, what a place to live,
fighting for us where no one can see,
protecting liberties for those even yet to be.

Each night I’ll hold you safely in my dreams
with words to soothe until you fall asleep,
and I will lay an enchanted cover over you,
to hide you where there are no trees.