I sit here under this shady tree.
Looking as the world passes by me..
Alone in this world.. Crying alone..
Seeing the world all by my self..

I sit as the world passes by like a painting capturing each scene..
Setting in stone in my mind...
Alone.. In this world..

A shadow has join the circle..
What an odd boy..
His bright dazzling green eyes look at my eyes with such life..

Sketchily the odd stranger speaks
"would....-would you like to play.. with me..?"
My dull eyes raise from the ground... with a slow nod.. of a yes.

Two strangers...
Two odd creatures...
Clasp hands together...
Two worlds slowly clashing together.. Melting to create one..
Creating one being... one soul..

A deep breath taken by a gust of wind.
We are here, by the shady tree.
In hand and hand, Looking at the autumn leaves blow in the breeze around us..
Those summers... we laughed and played..
Love and grew..
Time has flown...
Since those lonely days..

A new beginning has painted over the world just for us..
Cracks of light gently shine in the gaping holes of the trees colorful leaves.
Beams of light mark the shadow of the tree..    

Tick. Tick... Time slowly washing away all of us...
We meet here again...
Stumbling on the hill where the grim tree lays.
So much life in such an old tree..
Those summers grow dim..
For I am to week to see the painted and sculpted world.

Our face has grown of wrinkles.
Smiling to each other..
Shaking in each other hand..
We walk under the dim blue skies...

The green leaves swirl around us as I take one last twirl...
One last step..
One last grasp of feeling..

A Weak smile grasp my lips..
I turn my head slowly.. only to see my caring husband by my side..
I whisper in a faint sweet, musk voice..
"Thank-you darling for seeing the world with me....breathe... I... I love you..."
A smile fades to a still lip..
A beat of a heart music stops..

I die... On the summer day
When our worlds intertwined..
And soon the world grows still...
Our initials carved in the crocked wood of the old shady tree..

The bless tree now old and dim..
Sits on the brown hill growing old..
Protecting our worlds..
The broken tree..
Still treasures the love we cherished all these years..
In the summer days...