I come as bough.

I come as bough, with limbs of strength
firmly I withstand the wind

( Each leaf, a brief description of time, as passing by they fall )

Still I stand tall, with great courage

I sway, a little by the way
But hold fast to the ground beneath, within the light of day

And under the moonlight
Become the host
Of haunted dreams, there by a ghost

Within the shadows the creatures play, full and lively with eyes of prey

In tunes, and echoes out of sight, creatures fair
And there delight

To capture here in woven park, a shadow of play
there after dark

The luminous voices long to be heard
A muttering owl, the coo'ing bird

Each shadow a chill, just like the breeze
I stand to withstand
the cold, at ease

I come as a bough, I'll never break, with strength and courage
I stand

And like the ghost, I am the host with limbs of leaves each strand

And as they fall, I count them all, and watch them where they land

Listening to the echoes the calls, the night owl and his prey 

until the sun ( there has arisen,)  shedding light upon my way.