Stranger Under a Sycamore Tree / Isla Maren / ISLA

"This bitter land holds a hidden grace
A quiet refuge, a sacred space
Where shadows dance, and the breeze runs free
Like whispers sent from eternity
The earth stands still, as time fades away
A stranger here, but I long to stay

The eagle screams, the doves softly cry
Chickadees call as they flit on by
The squirrels look on, so timidly
At the stranger under the sycamore tree"
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