I swung beneath the battered trees 
The sunlight kissed and greeted me 
It broke right through the clouded skys above 
Adorned the trees with shining love and 

Veils of doubt and shadows fled my eyes 

The saddest looking trees 
Broken and [bad word] in the fury of october's storm 
Stripped of their majesty 
The storm came in the night 
It crippled this town, unannounced and unmercifully bawling
tears of wet snow 

Though the trees cried through the night 
There was none to cure their plight 
And it seemed their better days 
Would behind them, ever stay. 

On that clouded day 
Years had since passed since the fury of october's storm 
When I found that old swing 
They were standing high above 
The sunlight came down and revealed to my eyes such a wonder 
They were bursting with life 

No matter what storms you've seen 
No matter the broken dreams 
you've yet to see mend 
Consider the the battered trees 
Their leaves dancing in the breeze 
Recalling no memory of octobers's storm 

Though the trees cried through the night
There was none to cure their plight
And it seemed their better days 
Would behind them, ever stay.