When I was small
My friend was tall
Through my window
It watched me grow
Friends always near
Though winters bare
Waiting for spring
Leaves green, birds sing
Sit in its shade
Leaves are glowing
Branches so high
Climb to the sky
Or ride the swing
Picnic to bring
Then soon it’s fall
Colors for all
Float to the ground
Pile in a mound
Jump in and play
Brisk autumn day
Another years past
All sprouting fast
In all weather
Leaves shake, wind blows
Hot days, cold snows
When I’m all grown
Out on my own
I’ll miss my tree
And it’ll miss me
When I was small, my friend was tall.
Through my window it watched me grow.
Friends always near though winters bare.
Waiting for spring, leaves green, birds sing.
Sit in the shade, memories made.
Arms are growing, leaves are glowing.
Branches so high – climb to the sky.
Or ride the swing, picnic to bring.
Then soon its fall, colors for all.
Float to the ground – pile in a mound.
Jump in and play, brisk autumn day.
Another year past all sprouting fast.
Leaves shake, wind blows, hot days, cold snows.
We’ve stood together in all-weather.
But when I’m all grown, out on my own.
I’ll miss my tree and it’ll miss me.