I can't help but lift up my head and look to the sky.
For above lies my one true love.
I'm like the first seed, watered and feed with the nutrients
of the sun's rays.
I grow strong and tall in its warmth. For behold, my place
in the sun.
As days turn into nights, on the horizon comes my first storm.
I become twisted and torn, but my roots are strong.
I look to the sky and see the sun, alias my one true love.
I stretch out my arms in its warmth, and I grow strong in its light.
Here I stand trough life's changes and adversities.
This is my story of my first storm.