In her garden

In her garden a tree blooms bright, She closes her eyes and dreams of that fateful night. The moon was high and the wind blew just right, She remembered when she was little back when she planted that tree seed. She never thought she will make it to the day, when the tree became stronger than her. Fifty years have passed since that night, oh how wishes she could see that tree one last time, with the beautiful sun and moon dancing behind it.