Tree

Today after 2 weeks
I saw your tree, your favourite tree
I remembered you like it
And say hello from your part
He was there…his leaves are changing colour
From dark green to green with grey touch
Is nice to see it…
He stands proud and majestic
He stands out from all the others tree
When I see him there like such a proud tree
I imagine he doesn’t like to loose his leaves
But when the wind comes
Some of his leaves fall
But at least he can blame it on the wind
Because he wont admit that is for the change of seasons
But he is like that full of pride and maybe stubborn
If you sit there, in one of his ruts
Under that fresh shadow he brings
You can talk to him
And if you close your eyes and listen well
You will hear his answer
Trust in what he says
After all he has been there before we born
All of his years bring him wisdom
That is why he is such a proud tree.
No wonder you like him
He really likes to be greeted
So I’m happy every morning to go there
And say hello to him
Hopefully one day soon
I will take a photo
To show you how it looks now
And slowly he changes… 


I wrote this on the first of march of 2010