·Under The Spanish Moss·

He used to seat under the tree to read a story to himself,
a story written in his mind about his beginning and his end.
The story was about himself a mystery never revealed,
because the tree will never tell, in its roots remains concealed.
Only you listen to me all my comfort lies on you,
you don't judge me or condemn me, you will never change my truth.
You are always here for me standing stronger than the wind,
Spanish moss you'll be my shelter until my soul open its wings.

~Claudio Alvarado~