Your Tree

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 frame.

The thoughts and moments shared,
So filled with hope and all cared.
Frail with honest rejoice,
'till next time I hear your voice.

We grew our tree so far and wide.
To this day still, it's our one pride.
Roots settled beneath the ground.
Footprints lay within set tar, now found.

A deep truce within our names.
The main symbol of our games.
The place we lay our heads in sun,
And laugh the regrets of moments undone.

Your absence leaves a lonely tree.
Beneath, a settlement where I sit free.
The laughter drowned by passing daylight,
Keeping your face still in sight.

That old tree is my known you.
The one I've known always,
The one, who grew..