The cork tree was always a place to sit and watch,
Marveling the glory outside.
Next to the large notch,
I brush my problems aside.
All I can see is happiness and love.
Stresses and problems have gone away
Rising to the leaves above,
And began to fill the Milky Way.
But years of regret have come to haunt me.
Chances never taken fill my head,
And now I reminisce, under the cork tree,
Wondering what words were left unsaid.
Yet the cork tree that once brought me peace
Brings all the pain it once released.
