The Tree

I see a big tree,

towering above,

flowering above me,

leaves rustling in the breeze,

before the winter freeze,

makes them flutter down,

after they´ve turned brown.

I see children,


while the tree is swaying,

all its leaves lost,


white with frost.

I see shadows,

in the park,

it´s getting dark,

I bid farewell to the tree,

and I say to me,

tomorrow the tree´ll be there,



and bare,

so I sit there and… stare.