The Lightning Tree

Down in the meadow where the wind blows free, in the middle of a field stands a
lightning tree.
It’s limbs all torn from the day it was born for the tree was born in a
thunderstorm.
Grow, grow, the lightning tree, it’s never too late for you and me;
Grow, grow, the lightning tree, never give in too easily.
Down in the meadow where the wind blows light, the lightning struck in the
middle of the night.
Limbs stripped bare by the lightning flare the lightning flare was a wild
affair.
Down in the meadow where the wind blows cold, the lightning tree stands stiff
and old.
Branches bent when the lightning rent the lightning rent from the firmament.
Down in the meadow with the wind in the west, the lightning tree faced up to
the test.
Its heart went snap when it took the rap, the terrible rap of the thunder clap.
Down in the meadow when the wind blows free, a whispering breeze in the
lightning tree.
Dreams come true if you want them to if you want them to, then it’s up to you.