The moon sang tonight
And the stars
They whispered, away their sorrow
Yet the tree
Still staggers in the distance
Waiting
For the wind
To breathe

But the tree
Doesn't know
His own name
And he doesn't understand
Why he's here
So the lion
Helps him see
His true face

So the lion
Understands what
Is happening
Though not the softness
Of her fur
The moon
Still sings it's sweet sorrow
The stars are too far gone to care

The tigers
Cannot see
The lion
And the tree
Together in perfect
Harmony
But the grass
Welcomes with it's hands

Banging and crashing
Too sharp, too loud
Moons cannot read
And stars cannot paint
But the tree
Ceases to exist
For the wind
Has blown away the lion