The Growing Trees

The Growing Trees When I was a younger man, So many years ago, I looked out of the window To see them in a row, Well established conifers Growing on the hill, Level with a tiled roof Beyond my window sill. Today I paused reflecting, Gazing through the glass. I see the trees grew taller As those years come and pass. Their trunks are soaring upwards, Crowns stark again the sky. While they shall all continue on My life is passing by.