Under the grey and stormy sky
The old dead tree still stands tall
And if you stop beside
You will hear her cry
Her branches reach up searching for light
She wants to live again
To be covered in leaves, green and vibrant
So, she refuses to give up, she will fight
In a world of green she still stands apart
Yet she is admired day after day
By all who pass and wish her well
As this lady will take hold of your heart.