Going To Where The Tea Trees Are - Peter von Poehl

I fell just before.

I don’t know why.

Just couldn’t walk anymore,

something in my way.

Now my steps are smaller,

a little smaller than before.

So I will go to where the tea trees turn to wine.

I’ll be just fine,

it takes a believer sometimes.

So I will go

to where the tea trees are.

Climbing over question marks,

need to straighten some out.

Take them off my shoulder,

put some space between.

So I will go to where the tea trees turn to wine.

I’ll be just fine,

it takes a believer sometimes