We stand with our roots buried deep in the ground.
Not letting the cold wind move us
Our branches grow reaching out to the sky
Stretching up to the sun
When the summer storms come, we'll be ready
Burying our roots only deeper
Pushing against the headstrong winds, rain and ice
Moving so it wont's see us, we'll grow inwardly
Avoiding the cold wind
We stand with our roots buried deep in the ground
Not letting the cold wind move us
Our branches grow reaching out to the sky
Stretching up to the sun
We've seen what it does to others
Ripping apart their precious limbs and destroying
their bark
Draining the life force out of their hard wood
bodies
When the storms stop, the rains begin, trying to
replenish their misery
We stood with our roots buried deep in the ground
Not letting the cold wind move us
Our branches grew reaching out to the sky
Stretching up to the sun
I alone stand against the wind
Using Mother Earth to hold me up
My mind grows fuzzy when I try to think of
When the wind last let up
The others around me have dropped into a gloomy rock-like state
I can't know if I'll ever feel their warmth again
I stand with my roots buried deep in the ground
Not letting the cold wind move me
My branches grow, reaching out to the sky
Stretching up to the sun
All the others are gone now
Their branches only twigs on the ground
Molding back to which they came
Starting the cycle once more
I stand with my roots burying deep in the ground
Not letting the cold wind move me
My branches continually grown, reaching out to the sky
Stretching up to the sun
I am the last of my forest
The rest have fallen to the wind
I have no fears about my future, I will stand
My roots only dig ever deeper, making me only stronger
The cold wind still blows around me
But I only feel it as a tickle
And I continue to stand against it.
