One lonely tree stand blowing at midnight,
Searching for a warm summers day light,
That for this lonely tree those days may never again come,
This trees days are almost done,
Throne barbs strangle deep into bark,
It feels each and every thorn each and every single mark,
There is a swing, now forgotten, its ropes twist and turn
cutting deep,
And in the wind the swing dose sway and creek,
One single leaf it desperately holds onto,
Knowing that it won’t be long to it blows away and in fear
it does not know what to do,
It’s roots go deep, deep under the ground,
But still the wind dose pound,
Alone it dose stand all its friends now cut down,
All that’s left of them are small wooden mounds,
In the wind the branches creek and crack,
And it knows it can’t take much more of this crap,
It lets go of that last little leaf and hopes it will blow
somewhere beautiful and hot,
Only minutes left this old tree has got,
But it feels its life force slipping away,
And all the tree can do Is wish it could stay.