Sunbeams shining through the trees

Standing tall to shelter all beneath the comfort of the shade

A song in the breath of the wind

Like a bird I sing with the tune

To a carefree time of lullabies and nights beneath the stars

I wish this would never end

What a gift it is to see the beauty of an old crooked tree

Blowing like leaves of the past Unveiling scars of heavy winds and when the lightning tore my soul

I prayed that I would not fall

Glowing in the warmth of the fire

Burning bright with memories of a past that fuels the flames

I hope I remember the names

What a gift it is to see the beauty of an old crooked tree

That sun is laying low

And the storms in the distance sound the call

You can lean on me, I'll never let you down

Together we'll stand tall

Let it be love that I sow

Every seed of Spring's eternal warmth reminds us we must grow

Now is the time to begin

In the end my life is in your hands

Cut me down for a better view if I was only in the way

My song is still playing in the wind

What a gift it is to see the beauty of an old crooked tree