I swung beneath the battered trees
The sunlight kissed and greeted me
It broke right through the clouded skys above

Adorned the trees with shining love and

Veils of doubt and shadows fled my eyes


The saddest looking trees
Broken and bruised in the fury of october's storm

Stripped of their majesty
The storm came in the night
It crippled this town, unannounced and unmercifully bawling

tears of wet snow

Though the trees cried through the night

There was none to cure their plight
And it seemed their better days
Would behind them, ever stay.


On that clouded day
Years had since passed since the fury of october's storm

When I found that old swing
They were standing high above
The sunlight came down and revealed to my eyes such a wonder

They were bursting with life

No matter what storms you've seen

No matter the broken dreams
you've yet to see mend
Consider the the battered trees

Their leaves dancing in the breeze
Recalling no memory of octobers's storm


Though the trees cried through the night
There was none to cure their plight
And it seemed their better days

Would behind them, ever stay.