Storm
StormThe rain falls, falls on the ground,Every things wet all around.There’s a tree standing strong in the wind,Every now and then it wants to give in.He falls down and crashes to the ground,But there’s nothing alse there to even hear the sound.He dies there laying on the ground, He’s got no one to help him and he’ll never be foundHere stands a patch of flowers that long ago grew,They all help each other just ta make it through.If one gets week the others help him stand,If another having trouble they’ll lend him a hand.Some of them are red some are white,But to all of them there special in each others site.About the colour they don’t really care,It what is much deeper than that that makes them stay there.The rain falls, falls in the ground,Every things wet all around.The thunder sounds and the lighting strikes,Of what I’m feeling now on one knows the likes.
