Dear Old Friend

Ah, my dear old friend
I sit beneath you and watch
you die once again, perhaps
this may be the last for me.
 
Waves of breeze sort through
us both, child laughter tingles
my spine as your leaves become
their innocent game of Autumn.

Oh, dear old friend,
shall I be cuddled to your
roots?  Eternally caressing your
hidden strength and love with my
heart overfilled with too many years
of living beyond your shade...