An old tree
When you were growing up I was in my prime You climbed up my sturdy trunk You ride on my strong branches You shade under my lush leaves
Now you have long gone Bringing with your memory The tall trunk The sprawling branches The vibrant leaves
But I am getting old The sap of life sapped away The drying trunk The brittle branches The sporadic leaves
The gentle breeze from the old days Is getting violent It blows away my leaves It snaps my branches It cracks open my trunk
I try to stand firm I try to remember The days you were around The days of your songs Round and round
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