Uniquely, this poem isn't based on anything or anyone in particular. It's just one of those poems people write out of the blue really. I originally wrote it for a poetry day in my second year of secondary school. Unfortunately, I temporarily lost the poem and had to write another one to submit to the event. It's not all bad though, I found it a few days later and have had it ever since. It may remind you of 'Little by Little' , written by an anonymous poet . It was based on self-development and the cycle of life, you could say. It's been my favourite poem since a very young age.. so I suppose that's my inspiration for this one. Make what you want of it! Your Tree From the dig of our bonds' birth.. The soil on the ground, On the dirt. The smell of Autumn air, Known friends would no longer stare. Although, through seasons children play, The Autumn days would still stay. Bringing please and love among our game. Leaving all memories within a fr