The Tree Outside My Window

I planted it oh so long ago
a little sapling outside my window.

It started out so very small
with just two leaves that is all.

Ever so slowly it began to grow
this little tree outside my window.

The seasons changed with the passing of time,
and the tree grew bigger casting it's shadow behind.

Through gailing storms the tree stood strong,
protecting nestling birds in the midst of its palms

When Autumn came the tree stood in splendor
then slowly letting go, it's leaves it would surrender.

The leaves fell and covered the ground.
The winds of change blew,
now the leaves are nowhere to be found.

Now the tree stands silent with nothing to bestow,
this tree that stands outside my window.

Bare are it's branches when the winter it came,
standing there silent with no refrain.

Spring came as in many years past,
but something different the tree did not last.

What was this, what did I bestow,
this once bountiful tree growing outside my window.

Now the tree is no more cut down to it's core.
All that remains is a place where life once did soar.

Oh how I miss the tree that did grow,
the tree so splendiferous outside my window.