Branches in my Window

As I look out my window

like many times before,

the branches I have seen

they are there no more.

Many things in life

they have come and gone,

a tree stands strong and tall

until we cut it down.

In springtime leaves blossomed

and fluttered in the wind,

your branches casted shadows

keeping sun from on my skin.

In the morning Robins sang

their beautiful love song,

the branches in my window

it’s you that I will long.

I can plant a new tree

from a seedling it will grow,

It will take so many years

to see branches that l know.

Replacing what was in the past

can sometimes be so hard,

even just the simple things

like a tree out in the yard.