There is a great tree where we live
It's a comfort to have it near
We pass by it every day
it has stood for many a year

In the last twenty years or so
as I passed the days of my prime
I found that I kept going back
seeking solace time after time

What amounted to years for us
were days in the life of the tree
It stood there stout towering firm
all the while it comforted me

I'd lie beneath the canopy
where I would stare up at the sky
Watching the leaves blow in the wind
counting the years as they passed by

So majestic is this old tree
oh the lives that it's watched over
How many loves have come and gone
amongst the leaves and the clover

Yesterday I happened to see
Tate with his girl beneath its arms
Swinging within its warm embrace
while it happily shared its charms

I am sure it will outlive me
standing long after my own time
Looking after my grandchildren
sharing love of music and rhyme

This tree has watched my son grow up
from a small boy to a young man
Here it stands in graceful beauty
a small piece of the Masters plan

Tate

© 2013 Tate Morgan
Written
May 8, 2013