Crooked Tree

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