Stuck where it is
The wind be so cold
It's leaves have but left
This tree is to old
With oldness comes time
With time it's left lone
For others to find
But no one to hold
These rings they will grow
As time will sure pass
And nothing will help
Til snow turns to grass
And grass means warm weather
Now things may get better
Coming from cold
To non-lonesome weather
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Stuck where it is
The wind be so cold
It's leaves have but left
This tree is to old
With oldness comes time
With time it's left lone
For others to find
But no one to hold
These rings they will grow
As time will sure pass
And nothing will help
Til snow turns to grass
And grass means warm weather
Now things may get better
Coming from cold
To non-lonesome weather