The tree outside my window

In March you seemed old
Standing hard weathering the cold
Then Spring arrived and your life began to unfold
I've watched you grow and bare full fruit
I've watched winged friends help themselves and tend to you

Through Seasons and days untold
Through my window i have watched your windswept patrol
You have calmed me through my sleep
And helped me awake from slumbers so deep
You have kept my spirits bright
Aided me in fanciful adventures of flight

Now as Autumn moves to Winter you are there
Holding fort but standing bare
But please don't heed to worry my friend
For Spring is only around the bend

Then once again you shall be reborn
A beacon for life, a counsel for worry and strife

Written by Lloyd Burnard