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.