Little Tree

Thought I would write my life story, But nothing came out on paper. It was just some scribble that I have been making. I could have filled up pages and pages by now. My life’s unwanted things keeps interrupting my concentration. And the pages are still blank. Now I feel like I have missed a lot While I was alive literally; Something, I wished I would have done. Still I am here with a pen and blank book, And it’s utterly sad to watch that little tree through my window. Even that little tree came out better than me. As in spring, it makes people serene and enjoy its view. As in summer, it brings cool air. As in Autumn, it’s leaves falls and drift everywhere; Makes the perfect ambience for lovers. As in winter, it somehow makes the view unbelievable. And still I am here; Lonely, waiting up for that little tree, To fetch me through, pull me through, and guide me all over throughout my walk of life,. I just want to stay safe with and or behind you. I hope you know me well by now.