Garments

It’s rare somebody could love you,
you who no longer see,
I wear you now as a tree.

The bark splits to two,
trunks break in three,
It’s rare one could have loved you,

The sky is a midnight blue,
the loam is a sandy sea,
your garments shed from a tree.

The rain began and beat in-slew
your roots clench the loosening loam.
It’s rare some one could have found you,

The summer grows autumn and the dew
teardrops on your leaves.
Your garments shed from a tree.

Winter I miss you, so few
leaves to wish, so much to grieve.
It’s rare how I loved you,
I wear you as a tree.