The Golden Tree

When this world surrounds me, I'm as quiet as a seed

But I sprout up with golden leaves you're bound to notice me

But with the light shined on me, a shadow is what I'll be

To those below that watched me grow

From seed to golden leaves

When the sky took its darker shade these Limbs of mine did shake

My golden leaves swept up by the breeze

Went farther then eyes have seen

And those that found them heard the sound of my lonesome melodies

And made their way across the page to find the golden tree

When this world confided with me all its hurt and grief

I leapt forth with open arms and fell in disbelief

For I was blind I am not as kind nor as loving as I believed

With golden leaves, some called diseased,

My roots were ripped out like weeds

When this world surrounds me, I'm as quiet as a seed

But I sprout up with golden leaves you're bound to notice me

But with the light shined on me, a shadow is what I'll be

To those below that watched me grow from seed to golden leaves.