Stay with me

The good old days,

when you sat in my shade.

From the throbbing heat,

you hid.

The good old days,

I felt your touch on my skin,

as you climbed,

on my vast branches.

The good old days,

when you invited your friends over,

the smell of barbecue,

as you expressed your joy for me.

The day you went away, to the city,

I slouched,

longed for them,

the good old days.

Now you're back,

the happiness fades.

Holding a saw, a different purpose.

Down I go, what happened to you?