Dogwood

I am not an oak tree

Standing full and tall

I am not a redwood

Growing old above it all

I am not a willow

Slender in the wind

Oh, and I am not an aspen

With a lovely silver skin

But in the spring, there's no one that can match me

I come alive and white is all you see

Breathe me in and know the winter's over

If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms

I'd be a dogwood tree

I am not a poplar

Or a sweet Virginia pine

It's hard to find another

With a flower quite like mine

Crimson in the corners

I wear my wounds with pride

Believing in the beauty

Of the many tears I've cried

But in the spring, I'm living in my glory

In the sun, I grow another year

Every ring will tell a sacred story

If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms

I'd be a dogwood tree

Maybe I'll come back again after I am gone

A sapling from the earth would mean the journey carries on

I am not a cedar

As green as ever could

Oh, I will fade to nothing

This was always understood

Everyone is made of

Those who came before

You count the days you're given

And you're always wanting more

But in the spring, there's no one that can match me

I come alive and white is all you see

Breathe me in and know the winter's over

If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms

I'd be a dogwood tree

If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms

I'd be a dogwood tree