Standing alone enduring through time.
Leavy beasts have inspired this rhyme.
To think of memories about this tree.
Providing it's shade just for me.
Was a tiny twig of a sprout.
Growing along my paper route.
Four leaves and one foot tall.
This tree wasn't much at all.
Nothing special to do that day.
"What are you doing?", people did say.
"I'm giving the tree a little drink,
That's okay, don't you think?"
I watered this tree once a day.
After all it was on my way.
I gave it tender loving care.
Never seen anyone stare.
Time went on and I grew big.
And I forgot about this twig.
Thirty years later I see that tree.
I wonder if it remembers me.
This tree is grown now tall and wide.
As I nestle up on the sunless side.
This tree remembers the effort I made.
In gratitude it provides me shade.