When the world is gone and nothing is right,
and animals disappear with fright,
One tree still stands against the sands of time.
It was seeded long ago,
when the world was still to grow;
When the earth was green and the tree had friends,
it didn't have to make ammends.
Then the people fled,
and the Earth was like a block of lead.
The trees died out, the birds ceased to cry,
in their home up in the sky,
But the tree still stood,
I told you it would,
and the friends it once had
were long ago dead,
Then one day a new hope came,
same as the one that flew away,
The tree's hope had come again,
Like the one that had always been,
And the tree was so joyful on that happy day,
that it now had friends with whom to play.
It made the world bloom over again,
and the wind blew against the tree like an old friend.
The animals came back--plants and trees did too,
and the birds again came and then it was through,
And then when autumn came once more,
the wind blew the leaves to forest floor.
And these my friend, my king, my leige,
were once again The Leaves of Change.
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