Boy in the Tree

So I'm sitting in a tree,
Surrounded by a song with no end.
And the boy is whispering to me his story,
But I don't understand.
And before I can ask,
He's dissappeared again.

So now I'm alone in this tree,
Still listening to the song
With no beginning nor end,
Yet it changes everytime.
And I'm trying to make sense of what the boy whispered in my ear,
But no meaning will come,
And he's not here for me to ask.

I know tomorrow night,
I'll be here again.
Still trying to find the end to a song
And meaning for words
From a boy who might not exist.