Crooked Tree

Two trees in the forest
One was crooked, one was straight
Crimson bark and emerald needles
Growing day by day
And though they looked so different
They enjoyed the rain the same
Side by side

A chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land
Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man
And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand
By and by

Oh, can't you see?
A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow wild and free
Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree

The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill
They turned them into toothpicks and twenty dollar bills
It seemed the more the people took
The more they needed still
In the end

The crooked trees were left there
After all the work was done
Now they go for weeks
And never witness anyone
No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong
But the whispering wind

Oh, can't you see?
A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow wild and free
I'd rather be a crooked tree

People say I'm different
My way of life seems strange
I took the road less traveled
Twists and turns along the way
But like the crooked tree
I'm growing stronger day by day
As the clouds roll by

A river never wonders why it flows around the bend
A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land
So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am?
Who am I?

Oh, can't you see?
A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow wild and free
Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree

A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine
They're left to grow wild and free
I'd rather be a crooked tree
Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree