Tree to my life
When I stand before you,
Catching my seasons all,
Winters, springs, summers
And the beautiful fall,
I think of you as a tree
As a colored part of my self
Seasons where stay side by side
As memories of shelves,
One by one I go
Branches of your i ride
One summer yellow
And a winter Eastertide,
Seasons how there upon you
So sketched and drawn lay,
When I stand before you
To your colors I just pray,
And seeing you thus
Standing quite like a Dream
How through colors I pass
As beautiful as it seems.
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