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.