My Tree

A beautiful tree Grew It faced the sun Every day New leaves revealed Such magic Has begun I watched it grow Over the years I talked with it too Just like a son That I had come to know Strong and true It grew And grew Such beautiful branches and leaves Every season A new colour I loved it too A tree That I knew Had a heart Of that I am sure For that tree Loved me It whispered to me In a language Only I could know For the tree Knew me so When I was a boy The tree was young too We grew together Watching storms Rain passing The seasons too I lived my life With my tree I became old The tree… Grew and grew Before I was too old I took my last walk Down to my tree To say a few words To a member of my family The last good bye To my tree I accepted with a sigh My own frailty Tears can shed upon The bark Of my tree I will not last the winter Or see another spring sun In that coming winter The only thing I could see Was from a castle window All I asked for Was to be buried Underneath My tree