From my window I see it daily
All withered and tangled in a mess
Its leaves have a long time fallen
Now a spectical so hard to digest
Through the rain I watch it stand
No friends no companion no life
Beautiful yet utterly haunting
Bark all broken by pen and by knife
Theres a nest sitting in the branches
The more I look the more I smile
A tree has now gained some purpose
For years or maybe for a little while
And then a thought enters my head
Which only time can let us see
Will I watch it crash and tumble
Or is that tree going to out live me