All the Trees

All the trees I knew are gone. Removed by fear and greed. No longer to sing a song, As wind blows through their leaves. Never again to drop a seed. The trees of our childhood delight Where I carved her name, like we'd never part. Where we camped under at night, or cried with a broken heart. Where plans were made for a new start. The old tree house broke into bits. The tree where you fell and split your head. Where long gone grandpa cut a switch, Under which we gathered, and she said, "I Do". And followed where ever he led.