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Under The Coolabah Tree

Under The Coolabah Tree

There was an ethereal tune when just a puppy, you’d listen to with me;

Its content brought us closer; it’s called “Under the Coolabah Tree”!

It’s about a rare eucalyptus, that in Australia only grows;

They named it the sacred coolabah, but its history no one knows!

Some say that when Earth was created, God needed some trees be sent;

And he bade an Angel to go to Australia, to make the coolabah extant!

Now for a hundred generations, its magic has been cast;

On souls that search for soulmates, that they’ve been with in the past!

The moment that we heard it, our souls each other kissed;

And we made up for all the lost time, that together they had missed!

You stayed with me a decade, and almost four more years;

But then your soul departed, the sum of all my fears!

I’ve cried for you so long now, with tears that never end;

But in my dreams I can return to you, more together time to spend!

And I always see you waiting, to reunite now there with me;

Under the beautiful long branches, of our sacred coolabah tree!

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Larry Ran

Hi Nardine,

Thank you so much.  Glad you enjoyed it.

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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