The Fortune Teller

He came to see her one humid August day
Wearing a torn shirt, dirty jeans, and not a cent to pay
Her old wagon parked miles from the gate
It held no sign, had no line, but something made him wait

Her skin was old and wrinkled, her hair was pearly white
Her haunting golden eyes shone in the dim light

He finally got the courage to sit down at the table
Saw something in her crystal ball that came from no wire, no cable
She told him of no future, he had nothing left to come
He would not live that long, would not make it home

He left walking, thought what a crazy lady
The sun was going down, the ground was getting shady
A lightning bolt struck without apparent cause
With it the boy disappeared, defying nature’s law

Where he once had been, a mysterious tree does now grow
The source of such a tree, no one could surely know