Standing here The old man said to me, ”Long before these crowded streets Here stood my dreaming tree.” Below it he would sit For hours at a time Now progress takes away What forever took to find And now he’s falling hard He feels the falling dark How he longs to be Beneath his dreaming tree… ”Mommy come quick, The dreaming tree has died.” The air is growing thick A fear he cannot hide The dreaming tree has died. -DMB