In our backyard a tree stands,
A splendid work of a wood high above the grounds,

On the branches around the tree,
It was made for u and me,

Most of our days was spent there,
All of our joy and sorrows we share,

All day we plan,
To have every ounce of fun,

In dark hours we told scary mystical tales,
We also listened to the nightingale,

In each others arms we snuggled and wait for the sun to show its face,
Those are the memories I will embrace.


© Shania Jk