Change


There's an old tree at the end of a long grass field
like any of the other trees on that field
It's just a tree

Or so it seems at first glance
It's got leaves that dance as they succumb to the wind
They fall to the ground, and regrow in the spring

It's got branches that intertwine
And roots sturdy to the ground
And birds that sing

But it's different than the others,
It's our tree
The tree that started it all

It's the first tree you climbed
The tree you hid up for hours
The tree that we met everyday

In a child's world, everything is changing
People come, people go
The one thing that was always there was that tree

But now, they're cutting down the tree
It's just a tree they say
The one thing that stayed the same, is soon to be gone

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