In my yard

In my yard I see a tree whose winding branches hold memories.

Every time the branches split they grow new life.

The tree has been here longer than I have, and seen so much more,

As tall as a house and much wider than my arms can reach,

Its roots spreading around under the ground

With bark rough and stumps where branches have fallen,

with many scars this tree stands strong.

Every spring its branches fill with the most beautiful green leaves you have ever seen.

As fall comes near the leaves turn to a scarlet red like the prettiest sunset.

This tree is a symbol of life before.

Every year new layers of life form, bringing together now and before.