I live under a tree,
I call this tree home,
very old, very phased,
long branches, big leaves,
no sunlight let in,
nothing but shade,
it’s not the kind that keeps you cool on a hot day,
it’s the kind that keeps you frozen because it’s already cold,

The tree is slowly dying,
38 years strong,
it’s becoming unhappy, and unneeded,
unloved, and uncared for,

The tree is almost dead,
taking everything under it along,
all it needed was love,
just wanted to feel it,
it kept us protected for so long,
the stronger we try and hold on,
the faster it begins to fall,

The tree is gone now,
I have no place to call home