In my garden, I've planted a seed. It took a while, But eventually sprouted a tree. I would sit underneath, In the relief of shade. It was the hottest summer, The sun had ever made. I pondered of things, Untold and unseen. The tree would support, My back as I lean. As the winter dawned, Something happened. I stopped visiting the tree, And it gradually blackened. The tree grew old, I did too. It was there many years, But I visited it so few. That very tree, That had kept me cool. Held on to its life, Although life is cruel. It held on for me, And that I can't repay. So I'll set it free, I'll walk away. The tree has many more years, Than I. I'll hold it back, If there I lie. Someone will come, To take my place. But until then, That tree will hold an empty space.