Under the Tree

Under the tree.
Under the tree is where I come to clear my head,
to forget my problems.
And finally, under that tree I am able to rest.

Finally I am allowed to be silent,
No more orders, no more fights, no more chaos,
No more fake smiles... No more trying.

Finally I am free,
Finally I am me.

No longer do I need to look over my shoulder, 
no need to second guess my moves.

Under the tree,
I am safe.