My Tree

By Ashley Dunham

 

Book in hand

Climbing up the branches to my special seat

It grew there just for me

The limbs reaching out for the touch of morning

This is my place

It is calm quiet and peaceful

Perfect for reading a book and pondering

A lovely tree

She listens to you in ways you can not know

She feels the sadness books can bring

She stands tall and quiet listening understanding

But alas it will not be there much longer

The branches grow less and less

The leaves stay away

She is dying my poor tree

Today I read my book and sit with her

Like the way she's done for me