My friend, the Tree.

[Kitosdad]

Oh how I love that big proud tree,
The one there by the brook.
It seems to stir and wave to me,
Every time I take a look.
I make believe it has a life,
All of its very own.
I think it has,.... NO, I know it has,
Just see how tall it's grown.

The day I first discovered it,
So many moons ago,
It was a little sapling,
But I admired it so.
It's grown into a proud young birch,
So straight, so tall, so fine.
I speak to it each evening,
I make believe it's mine.

For if I had a tree so grand,
It would be my closest friend.
I'd speak to it of all my woes,
To it's needs I would attend.
And on sunny days it would shelter me,
There beneath its branches.
And I would snooze, like old men do,
And dream of life's romances.

Kitos.
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