@dudachris wrote a tribute song about John Prine, in which Heaven includes a little pub called The Tree of Forgiveness and I thought it was such a nice idea I stole the pub and used it for a different interaction.
In a little pub I caught him
In the town of Summer’s End
Where all the leaves of autumn
Are blowing on the wind
Oh the evening’s wet and chilly
And the cold wind chaps my hands
But the Tree of Forgiveness stands
Quiet falls like accusation,
But I don’t know what to say
How to start a conversation,
When I’ve been so long away
So I open up my fiddle,
Lay the bow upon the strings.
And the Tree of Forgiveness rings.
It’s a melody he taught me
Sweet as honey in the comb
It’s the memory that caught me
Bound my heart and drew me home
His voice is hoarse but certain,
And the rain is in my eyes
And the Tree of Forgiveness cries
I can’t say the sky is starry
There is much we must undo
Can he learn to say “I’m sorry?”
Can I learn to say “me too?”
But for now storm is over
It’s a gentle wind that blows
And the tree of Forgiveness grows
The Tree of Forgiveness grows.