America is a Tree
America is a tree,
It starts out small and weak and gradually grows to be stronger
It is planted around many others
All surrounded in different colors
America is a tree,
Colored in diversity and leaves of different sorts.
It grows big and strong and never falls short.
Eventually all the leaves fall off
And the colors start to fade
Until they are picked up again and they happily parade.
America is a tree,
That slowly falls apart
When it dies
I hide my eyes
Because its touched my heart.
But soon enough a new one grows
And it bellows in the breeze
America is beautiful
It’s the land of the free.
But then I see a different side
A side not commonly seen
The viciously war torn leaves
That lay between you and me.
They blow right past our feet
As softly as a sheet
And gently fade away
To a stronger yesterday
America is a tree
Because it stands strong in the wind
The leaves that blow speak brave untold stories
Theses leaves have gone through many things
Through wars and through battles
But if America is a tree inside,
None of this should matter.
If America is a tree inside,
it will always come back to life.