A tree blowing in the wind
Do we ever stop to think
How a thing that sways low
and has to support so much life
Could ever last that long?
When we see the tree bend
we don’t say its strong
we say it will fall
When we see it being beaten
by birds and beavers
We don’t see strength
we see death
When it loses its leaves
We don’t think
A tree is a lot like us
no we see no similarities
Like a tree we bend under pressure
Like a tree we hold on
Like a tree we are beat on
Like a tree we use it to our advantage
Like a tree people see us as weak
Like a tree we change through the years
And like a tree we will prove them worn