MY TREE
In the garden where I roam, Stands a tree I call my own, Its branches stretch up high and free, A loyal friend it's been to me. The leaves rustle in the breeze, A symphony of sounds that please, And when the sun beats down with might, Its shade is a cool respite. But it's not just the tree's beauty, That has captured my heart truly, For in its roots lies a love, That connects us both from above. Through the soil, our love does grow, As the tree and I both know, It gives me life, and I give care, Together, a bond we both share. For in this love between tree and me, Is a lesson for all to see, That nature and humans can unite, In a love that is pure and right .