The Fur Tree

100 years old
Tall, healthy, and strong
For all those years
Watching generation upon generation 
Climb up my long limbs 
Seeking shelter underneath my thick canopy

Tires swinging
Treehouse after treehouse
For all those years
The kids never seeming to get enough of me 
Hiding within me
Kites tangled in my branches

Winter passes
Leaves grow back again
For all those years 
How I love to see the beautiful sparrows again
Singing for me
The red apples grow and sit quietly against my trunk

Summer again
The cycle starts again
For all those years
Every year I get older and older 
I am still living
Whatever the season is I keep living on.