Trees are growing and time is passing by,
A plant’s soul given for a ****** life’s sake.
When will time end; When is our time to die?

Birds rot on the same branch they learn to fly.
Leaves fall and grow; a man goes out to rake.
Trees are growing and time is passing by.

He lost his wife, he’s left with time to cry.
Enough time to fix what he did not break
When will time end; When is our time to die?

His son stares through father’s soul with a sigh,
Watching his father drown with his last drank.
Trees are growing and time is passing by.

While under the tree a grave will lie,
A man left taking with him a heartache.
When will time end; When is our time to die?

A family lived and was left to die,
A tree stands near without a frown to make.
Trees are growing and time is passing by.

-FJ