The Golden Tree

When this world surrounds me, I'm as quiet as a seed But I sprout up with golden leaves you're bound to notice me But with the light shined on me, a shadow is what I'll be To those below that watched me grow From seed to golden leaves When the sky took its darker shade these Limbs of mine did shake My golden leaves swept up by the breeze Went farther then eyes have seen And those that found them heard the sound of my lonesome melodies And made their way across the page to find the golden tree When this world confided with me all its hurt and grief I leapt forth with open arms and fell in disbelief For I was blind I am not as kind nor as loving as I believed With golden leaves, some called diseased, My roots were ripped out like weeds When this world surrounds me, I'm as quiet as a seed But I sprout up with golden leaves you're bound to notice me But with the light shined on me, a shadow is what I'll be To those below that watched me grow from seed to golden leaves.