there is a tree outside the window
where I work
when I looked out I see it  everyday
I often wonder what its past life
had been like the past years

if I speak to it will it tell me secrets
it heard along the years
will it tell me stories about life
when I do not even exist
will it tell me that once lovers
meet under its shades

I often wonder a lot because
now when you see the tree
it is bare as bare can be
it  no longer have beautiful leaves
as all its branches are dead

but yet you will see it standing
tall and proud above all
other young trees around it

one day I know if I look out
I will not see this tree but I hope
this tree knows that I love seeing it
everyday