I sit here
Under my tree
Iron feet
Roots to the ground

So many have come
And then, gone
Some stay for hours
Others not for long

I watch them
Under my tree
Lives touching
Roots to the ground

The young couple
Lean in, kiss
Save this moment
Remember this

The days go
Under my tree
Memories made
Roots to the ground

A small young girl
Ice cream, sweet
Wasting summer
In sticky heat

Leaves will drop
Under my tree
Snow will fall
Roots to the ground

They will pass by
Leave, forget
But I remember
Save what they’ll Regret

I sit here
Under my tree
Iron feet
Roots to the ground