Season After Season

I still remember, when we first met The day your parents bought this farm So small, you hardly could walk at all as your Father held both your arms But for some reason, I could not fathom You made your way straight to me And I alone in all this land became your favorite maple tree When your were six, you picked up sticks That fell from limbs of mine And like a sword to thrash the hoards you raised them to the sky At nine years old, you made a swing with a length of rope and tire and swung from my biggest bow as I bid you each time "Higher" When you turned twelve, your Father built your dream house, on my limbs and for the first time, I did envy the daughter given him At eighteen years, another came with ring in hand to wed and take you far away from me A day I new I'd dread Now years went by and seasons past Then one day what'd I see You all grown up and walking with Your baby, straight to ME !