Tree

©2001 Garrett Clevenger

D G D A tree is a city.

C G A pretty little city to many.

C F Am This coincides with longer nights and cooler, crisper days

C G C and always keeps me wondering about the tree's mysterious ways.

F C Please tell me tree, why do you shed your shiny deep green coat,

Am G when all us other animals add another layer of clothes?

F C F Am You surrender to cool winter's grip, the ice winds from the north

F C G C and bear the bitter consequence of Nature's cyclic coarse.

There's a tree outside my window that bounces in the breeze

and every year it's leaves return after winter's last deep freeze.

This coincides with shorter nights and warmer, wetter days

and always keeps me wondering about the trees mysterious ways.

Please tell me tree, why do you grow what you have shed before?

Did you decide it's time to bask in the sunny springday glow?

And feed all us animals with oxygen for free

and give us shed and shelter, too? I thank you, my dear tree.