Blind Eyes

"What"he replied 

"This tree" 

"It's just a tree", he said 

But in it I saw the ways of life intertwined and the heart beats of the life it sustained 

The caring nature of that tree 

Providing shade for the kids at play 

And when spring came it blessed us with the beauty of its bloom 

And when winter appeared it provides us warmth capturing frame by frame a families memories between the crackles of the flame 

It was the essence of life itself

But, "it was just a tree," he said 

Just like he told me , "I was just a girl"