The Tree

We’d sit beside the poppies and giggle beneath the tree
Sometimes there were plenty of us
Or maybe two,
Sometimes just me

Lime leaves loomed
Brittle branches listened
Suns seemed so much brighter
Even in solitude,
She uplifted

As my mood swung her hues did too
From green to yellow to orange, contrasting the sky’s blue
She understood
And hugged me tight
Heard my juvenile cries
So small in hindsight

There her twiggy trunk still stands
Upheld by hidden roots
She swishes and swooshes
Changes and amuses
She is the same

I look at her and reminisce
About how she warmed me
And old suns and moons I greatly miss