The tree inside my dreams,
it holds my imagination.
Each flower pedal, signifies each idea.
With every leaf, is my wonder.
After all these years it still stands.
They skies turn brown,
and the storm just touched down.
I took one last look, and will forever remember.
Unaware of the storm's power,
I think all if fine.
But truth is the storm will ruin me.
It's over, the sun is back.
I run over to the tree,
just in time to see the last pedal fall.
