Dec 2013
When you grow up, you grow up with your tree.
Growing up you pick fruit from your tree,
You attach a swing to your tree,
And on your tree you swing everyday.
You get older your tree is your only true friend,
You talk to your tree your tree always listens.
You get a girl friend, you don't see your tree as much.
You have problems your tree is always there for you.
You start to get old, your trees leaves begin to fall.
You die, and everybody knows how much you loved that tree...
So the ones you love decide to build a casket made out of your tree.
You passed away, but you're buried with the ones that lived for you your entire life.
Growing up you pick fruit from your tree,
You attach a swing to your tree,
And on your tree you swing everyday.
You get older your tree is your only true friend,
You talk to your tree your tree always listens.
You get a girl friend, you don't see your tree as much.
You have problems your tree is always there for you.
You start to get old, your trees leaves begin to fall.
You die, and everybody knows how much you loved that tree...
So the ones you love decide to build a casket made out of your tree.
You passed away, but you're buried with the ones that lived for you your entire life.
A short story, growing up my favorite book was "The Giving Tree" , and i woke up one morning and decided to write. This is unique and i guess i didn't know the meaning of this poem until i finished it. Replace the word "tree" with "family"
