My Tree

Autumn mourns as winters born.

The crows cry out as the sun dies out.

As the darkness Downs out the light as the people flee from sight,

I sit upon my tree of hope.

My friend, my partner, my companion, my salvation.

Trust developing inside her bark,

Like a shield I rely on her protection.

All of my love, my hope, and my compassion.

Growing amongst her beating heart.

With these hands I keep my tree stand.

I guide her roots and water her life, her future.

Without her voice I'd go corrupt.

Without her grasp I'd fade away.

Left to die, rot away.

But she doesn't leave.

She sits and stays.

Day after Day.

Sitting with me through rain, through shine, through the Dying cold.

She sits there with me as we grow old.

Day by Day I sing her a song.

Helping her feel like she belongs.

Helping forget that this won’t always last.

And one day we shall loose grasp.

As I set this fire,

And the blood Reigns.

She fights hard against the flames.

But like all hope it never lasts.

And my trees life has ceased cast.