The Tree
By Gen W
Three young girls under a tall oak tree
With sweeping nutmeg branches
And dancing emerald leaves
Little do they know the tree is watching, listening
As they share secrets
And spill laughs
The stories they tell forever remembered
By the cause of the shade they stood in
The tree will continue to listen, to the songs others sing
For it did before they were born
And will continue to once they die
Unforgotten by The Tree