Sycamore

I wonder how the tree must feel when it loses its leaves Does it feel like it's lost itself and all of its beauty Does it understand that there is a plan to rejuvenate and grow Or does it struggle to see the surety of the seasons flow Clouds will come and rain does fall Flowers fade away But the trees roots, they stay strong, keeping storms at bay It's in the toughest climate the fruit bears in winters breeze I just have to stop a moment To see Sycamore, sycamore tree I think you're a lot like me Like me Standing the test of time Flowers are so divine But your roots run deep As you grow you'll get to know Seasons ever changing There's a beauty in the fact that nothing stays the same and With each year you'll find yourself Because of firm foundations You're not stagnant but full of life And that's my admiration It's in the toughest climate the fruit bears in winters breeze I just have to stop a moment To see Sycamore, sycamore tree I think you're a lot like me Like me Standing the test of time Flowers are so divine But your roots run deep Sometimes the question rises why I'm planted on this planet Admittedly begrudged the roots that help me keep my balance But is the restriction really an affliction or should I be grateful for the mess The intertwining of the roots that reinforce my strength. Sometimes the question rises why my branches twist in shape Haven't developed perfectly, but God makes no mistakes The tree reminds me of myself-its inability to break But break the winds that life may bring for equilibrium's sake But break the winds that life may bring for equilibrium's sake