The Root of It All

Slowly ... I approached the tree Was down to earth and dying, There's something you can tell to me Between the first and final crying This haven to generations of Treehouses and rope swings, Sounding from below and above With laughter and foolish things Running rings around you then Chasing children of their own, Was once yourself a sapling when Hands first planted the story grown Your seasons came just to go To keep time from being bland, Grab the winds when they blow Is something I can understand And now, as you lay here bending Broken branches once so tall, It was leafing your happy ending That lies at the root of it all.