Standing firm about 6tf tall with a wide body, dark brown bark and almost bare of leaves... There it was.. The tree back home
I could see it so clearly, yet so distant
Almost gripping the dirt in my hands

Youre just like the tree back home

Just as i remember it, healthy almost happy
Swaying in the wind, speaking a language only the broken can hear.
Dirt beneath my scraped knees
I'd listen under my sanctuary as it spoke knowledge through the wrestling of the leaves.

You've grown weary like the tree back home

After distance, uncomfortable changes, and birth of the new...
The world has chopped you down, to rebuild in your children.
Quick years they have grown, as you have grown older, as the tree has grown and bloomed again.
Falling before you i take in the wisdom of 1000 years, breathing the nature of the night.. I am a child again.

Just like the tree back home you make me feel like a kid...

I find trust in your strength like the trees regrowth.
You stretch me thin until i break reattach and grown again

You're the lonely tree that stands firm in my backyard ...