the trees stand so tall
their branches spread across the sky
as she laughs and prances
and the trees sigh
at her youth and pretty face
and the daisies in her hands
tomorrow she will be gone
they murmur
and the daisies will grow back
their branches spread across the sky
as she laughs and prances
and the trees sigh
at her youth and pretty face
and the daisies in her hands
tomorrow she will be gone
they murmur
and the daisies will grow back