It was a white dove,
And it flew alone,
Searching for relief,
From the sun that shone.
And then it found,
A tree of its own,
Large and shady,
Leaves fully grown.
It found such joy,
It had never known,
As if a wretched wandering soul,
Finally got a home.
It sang to the tree,
In its sweetest tone,
Songs with stories,
From lands unknown.
Then one dark day,
The tree was gone,
Vanished in thin air,
As if it had never been sown.
It is a white dove,
And it flies alone,
Shedding tears,
For the tree that was its home...