Winter and crooked trees

Looking at winter’s crooked trees
I am reminded of you and me
When we stopped growing and started dying
It was no pretty sight
It always left sore eyes
Behind, where the gardens we had
Turned to ashes and blight
Love as lasting as a firefly
And as sour as a summer lime

It doesn’t matter if I’m alone now
As long as I know how it is to not be
And I know
So it’s okay now
You should know as well as I do
Which is good, because I still care
Even if my candle no longer burns there
In your heart, it burns in mine

We all share the sickness
Of not caring about loosing
Before we’ve lost what we cared for
Life is a pine tree and love is the water
We grow old before we realize
That sharp pines were always better
but it’s okay as long as there’s rain
Then the love was not in vain