against all odds

Tear me today, eye,
and other to follow,

as the leafs I did rake,
once so beautiful up in tree,

green and full of life so special,
but their time has come and gone,
by wayside.

But the tree still stands,
strong and true,
reaching for the heavens,

dreaming of spring days,
and the song of robin,
flying high on wing,

and the time that I will rise again,
against all odds.