Sycamore Tree

It starts as a weed Growing from the tall grass But as days, weeks, months pass This weed, becomes a sycamore tree It stands tall This colossal tree Tall as the heaven's be Standing up, never to fall It is there, then That I saw you My heart never beat more true And another moment has never been Your vibrations strum my heartstrings I've never seen you more clearly Standing under that sycamore tree Letting your reverberations continue to ring And as we go on Our lives continuing to grow like seeds Let us remember to pick the weeds And be honest of our emotions So that when the time comes for us to be Apart of the ground and dust The actions, we'll see as just And we'll go together and be buried under the sycamore tree