My Friend, the Tree

In the park, there stands a very old tree Which has been there before I came to be I love sitting on the bench in its shade Just being there, my concerns seem to fade On its branches, I can hear birds singing And I can feel a gentle breeze blowing Then the leaves of the tree begin to dance Watching their movement puts me in a trance I can see sunlight peeping through the leaves As they continue dancing in the breeze Softly, I thank the tree for being there And caress its furrowed bark with great care That tree is now my very special friend Our friendship will endure to the end