The Boy Beneath the Tree

The sun hits his arm unprotected by the shade,
He knows he'll get sunburned soon.
He has only just finished a marathon of stress,
He can finally relax.

He sits beneath the tree in silence,
Alone he sits and wonders
Where his newfound knowledge
Will lead him next.

Until then, he sits and awaits his Destiny.
Until then, he sits beneath his favorite tree.
Until then, he enjoys Santa Barbara.

He yawns, rejoicing his freedom,
The freedom to sit beneath his favorite tree.
His arm is unprotected by the shade,
He knows he'll get sunburned soon.