Take a look at the oak trees 

In the park standing tall 

Like a tower of resilience 

Despite the leaves that fall. 



Stripping them back to their 

Fraught frames, all naked 

And on display. Like us they 

dress for the season. 

It will soon be spring again.



But you and I were not designed to be evergreens I guess 

That it's time to long for April to come.

 

Am I willing to wait here again? 

Although I'm hungry and I'm tired 

And all the bridges I made on the way 

Are quickly turning into fires 

And as the embers are growing and no phoenix emerge 

I guess another set back is another lesson learnt. 



Let's strip it back to the bare bones, 

Though not a matter of choice, 

There's still something of worth 

In just an acoustic and a voice. 

As the new shoots start growing 

At the start of the year, 

The tree is ready to deliver 

Despite inital fears.



But you and I were not designed to be evergreens I guess 

That it's time to long for April to come.

 

Am I willing to wait here again? 

Although I'm hungry and I'm tired 

And all the bridges I made on the way 

Are quickly turning into fires 

And as the embers are growing and no phoenix emerge 

I guess another set back is just another lesson learnt.