Under the Linden Tree

the river crystal clear spiritual shadows entwine
keeping deep sorrow a story almost divine
a baby girl lost in a woman memories trapped
of being lost in the depth innocence still wrapped

the echoes and memories of a linden tree
branches low caressing the ground tenderly
the soft earth beneath cradled her baby form
covered in  embrace of  wildflowers swarm

she remembers the stream in her dream
the cool crystal clear water where she fell
the cool breeze on her as she was thrown
by her mother into where the fishes dwell

as a woman she feels the cool breeze
and hear the gentle rustle of leaves  
again she remembers that other past
she knows her memories never deceive  

with each step she takes
the linden tree beckons
under the sunlight’s warm glow
where her stories was first sowed
  
a guardian of a secret
a witness to tears and a broken heart
she knows her spirit lives from the past
reborn again to another mother's love

In the heart of the Linden tree
where baby silently repose
the past is reborn into another
a cycle of life gain and loss

she dances beneath the vast sky  
a woman now she learns how to fly  
in every embrace and in every kisses shared  
she lives twice the dream for the baby  

The linden tree still stands true
a bridge to a past and the new
butterfly soul of a baby victim of unloveliness
born again to live her life anew