Tree of life

I love trees.

I love them for their ever changing colours.

For their way of life.

How they always seem to reborn when the summer comes.

I love trees

 

I used to have a tree.

But it was not taken care of

Like all small trees in their beginning of life

My tree needed sun, water and love

to grow strong and tall

 

I tried to grow into a person people could love

But nobody did

They could only love me through pain

 

I love trees

You can see by it scars on the bark

how much they lived through

 

I love trees

for their beauty when they come to life

and when they die

 

I used to have a tree

Never saw it grow though

only to die