Dogwood

I am not an oak tree standing full and tall
I am not a redwood growing old above it all
I am not a willow slender in the wind
Oh and I am not an aspen with a lovely silver skin

But in the spring there's no one that can match me
I come alive and white is all you see
Breathe me in and know the winter's over
If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms
I'd be a dogwood tree

I am not a poplar or a sweet Virginia pine
It's hard to find another with a flower quite like mine
Crimson in the corners, I wear my wounds with pride
Believing in the beauty of the many tears I've cried

But in the spring I'm living in my glory
In the sun I grow another year
Every ring will tell a sacred story
If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms
I'd be a dogwood tree

Maybe I'll come back again after I am gone
A sapling from the earth would mean the journey carries on

I am not a cedar as green as ever could
Oh, I will fade to nothing, this was always understood
Everyone is made of those who came before
You count the days you're given and you're always wanting more

But in the spring there's no one that can match me
I come alive and white is all you see
Breathe me in and know the winter's over
If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms
I'd be a dogwood tree

If I had wooden roots and branches, bark, and blooms
I'd be a dogwood tree