I cleaned your mess up this morning from over the winter.
Swept it all to the ground to help nourish you.
So many seeds you have dropped.
So many leaves you had lost.
I sit upon my lounging chair with coffee in hand.
Its still a bit chilly here so a blanket I wear.

Such a beautiful tree you are.
Strong and healthy.
Leaves starting to come out, I cant wait.

Soon I shall sit here to have my coffee every morning.
To read my book in the afternoon.
To take a long nap.
To meditate.
You are the perfect tree that brings me peace.
Which clears my mind so that I rest.
You have become such a part me.
Thank you my wonderful tree.
A friend you are.

So mote it be.