Sticks That Made Thunder

My roots are deeper than the bones, the others



My colors that change with the sun



My branches, we're higher



Than anything on the hillside



On the day that I watched them all come



Some wear the color of the sky in the winter



Some, we're as blue as the night



They came like a storm with the light of the morn



And they fell through the whole day and night



Colors flew high and they danced in the sky



As I watched them come over the hill



Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder



Such a great number lay still



When the light came again



There was death on the wind



As the buzzards made way for the worms



And the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze



For the ones that will never return



Colors flew high and they danced in the sky



As I watched them come over the hill



Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder



Such a great number lay still



Those that have fallen, come when I call them



And answer the best that they can



But all they can see is what they used to be



And that's all that they understand



Colors flew high and they danced in the sky



As I watched them come over the hill



Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder



Such a great number lay still



Colors flew high and they danced in the sky



As I watched them come over the hill



Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder



Such a great number lay still