What ever it was that I did, that has made you mad,
I hope you will pardon me, and know that I would be glad,
To make it up to you, only to make it right,
Take you on a fanciful walk, on a starry night,
They say the strongest tree, is never found,
In the shelter of the forest, or in a magical ground,
But high on the top of some rocky sediments,
Where it's daily battle with the elements,
Shapes it into an object of beauty and grace,
And the other trees can't keep its pace,
Even though it goes through some stormy weather,
And just like that tree, we will make it through together.
