The Tree Outside My Window

The tree outside my window
Swaying branch to branch,
The tree outside my window,
Waving as I glanced,
The tree outside my window
Birds perching on top of it,
As the tree began to get old
I sat on top of it,
My memories with it filled my heart with joy
But if I can correct you it was not a toy,
It was unique in its own way

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