The Cottonwood Tree

There is so often
There is feel in the atmosphere
Just a reminder
We were all children once
Even when you can’t stand to look
It is impossible to miss
We once played there
By the swings and the rusty chairs
Why do we have to grow up?
I can still see us play
Back in the shade
Of the cottonwood tree
In the summer back home in LA
We are a waterfall
And we crash below
But eventually
We flow to sea
Sand would fill our shoes
And we wouldn’t bother
Instead we would let it slip
From one toe over the other
And the pavement would scrape
When we fell to our knees
And the blood formed a line
It looked just like limbs on a tree
Why do we have to grow up
I can still see us play
Back in the shade
Of the cottonwood tree
In the summer back home in LA
We are a waterfall
We crash below
But eventually we flow to sea