I have rocks in my rootsand I am bent from the wind,I am all...

I have rocks in my roots

and I am bent from the wind,

I am all alone once again,

will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry

and snapped from the storm,

Without all your sunlight,

will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,

I’ll ask not when or why,

I’ll wrap snug to your rocks

I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.