I watch the tree outside my window,
As it's bark seeps out some sap.
I watch each drop, so slowly,
Roll down the rough tree branch.

This tree, is alive, its crying,
Tears of sweet, thick, sorrow.
This tree, is slowly dying,
It's what this sap, does show.

You have lived a gracious life,
Provided shade for a child, husband, and wife,
But now you've reached your times end,
So I, will end your pain, my friend.

I will take you down, with a few hacks,
Of my sharp, and heavy axe.
From there you will live on,
Til I, too, am gone.

You've lived your life, with me,
A hundred years, as one grand tree,
Placed right outside my window,
Oh, it hurts, to see you go.

So as your bark to ashes, turn,
I here too, with you, will burn.
There is no lesson to learn.
We live together, we die together.