We were young so our playground was a tree, we learnt how to play and grow with the tree.
The tree was left on it’s own, but we both knew it was home, Thanks to the tree we both found home.
She would sit under the tree reading a book and watching me. Me I would look at her and look at the tree.
The wind blowed under the tree where she used to be, but now the leaves have left the tree and her shadow can be seen.
Now the tree is no more and is the one I adore; I sit down where the tree would be lost two great things dear to me.
So I got up and went in my pocket you see, pulled something out just wait and see.
See it’s a seed, what a wonder that tree will be.