The Tree We Grew To Love
At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears
This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed
It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say
This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear
Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old
The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew
We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes
This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time
The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation
Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above
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