Trudy's Loot lives on the breeze So sweetly like ripe mangos from Ataulfo trees Lullabies of melodies were sung And how luckily for me Trudy's Loot fell gracefully Trusted like the aerial roots of a banyan tree Levitate and make me believe Yesterday seemed so heavenly Gone home To her own Hold on Find home Waterfalls are falling asleep Ole' misty breeze rainbow she exists confined to dreams Glazed eyes asleep at peace it seems A dreamer caught hovering