• The trees danced to the winds tune,
    looking up at the blue moon,
    dreaming of a new tomorrow,
    not knowing of a coming sorrow,

    Their leaves fell like tears,
    now knowing about their tragic fate,
    praying for the coming day,
    waiting in their homes they stayed,

    The day had come,
    their family would be reduced to none,
    holding hands the stood,
    under the sky's roof,