Trees (part one)

Before everything got its start
there were only these trees
and everyday the leaves would part
as if to welcome the morning breeze

in the spring
before any flowers grew
the trees were everything
old, and new

they were tall
and looked as if they had been there for ages
they had seen it all
but were not in history's pages

nor was i
but these trees were already grown
when i arrived
i was completely alone

except for the singing of the branches
as the wind passed through
the leaves of the trees would dance and
they were perfectly in tune

so here it is
the place where i built my home
out of trees from the forest
so that i would never be alone

the flowers are now in bloom
the grass, a vibrant green
observing from my room
as if I'm living inside a dream

so i go outside
and sit in the shade
its summer time
and I'm stuck in a daze

for hours ill sit
and stare into space
and think, this is it,
my resting place

days go by
and still i haven't moved
weeks go by
and the flowers are no longer in bloom

the trees remain
but somethings different then before
they are not the same
i am not the same anymore

I'm getting older
i know
the weather is getting colder
and its almost time for me to go

for the first time ever
the leaves start to fall
our ties have been severed
this marks the end of it all