The tree cradling the twitter of birds and the squirrel's call
Outside my bedroom window, now-doesn't stand tall.
It was the source of my delight.
A tree, on my way to work, just yesterday-
It was tall with vibrant blooming buds.
But today, it doesn't veil the sky's grey.
My favorite tree on the sidewalk,
They shunned its leafy arms from rising higher-
It was interrupting the electric wire.
While their dead stories are littered around the street like a treasure
And their lonely roots away from the day's light,
Their glory days remain etched in my vision forever.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
The tree cradling the twitter of birds and the squirrel's call
Outside my bedroom window, now-doesn't stand tall.
It was the source of my delight.
A tree, on my way to work, just yesterday-
It was tall with vibrant blooming buds.
But today, it doesn't veil the sky's grey.
My favorite tree on the sidewalk,
They shunned its leafy arms from rising higher-
It was interrupting the electric wire.
While their dead stories are littered around the street like a treasure
And their lonely roots away from the day's light,
Their glory days remain etched in my vision forever.