Somewhere in Scotland

By the rich green moors of the past

A child dwells under a maple tree

At the midnight hour

She through the glow of her candlestick

Is reading the words on the maple tree.

The words that I have wrote before I left

She is pondering their meaning over and over again

Long ago I wrote:

"Humbling stars above,

Glorious earth blow,

Sweet oceans across the way,

By you I have learned my lessons well.

I have been shown that even through I am small

Everything I do, I say, and I think affect the world around me. "