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