And so she sat in the ancient tree,
Where dappled light shone through the leaves,
Where serenity and peace surrounds,
Leaving troubles,
On the ground,

And so she sat where birds cried,
And listened as the old tree sighed,
Where relaxation swirls around,
Leaving troubles,
On the ground,

And so she sat in a world of dreams,
Where her heart was still stitched at the seams,
Where the word pain made not a sound,
Leaving troubles,
On the ground.