A Tree Watches Tv

In my backyard

I have a tree

It watches the seasons

Like you watch tv


The same four episodes

Over and over

As winter frost parts

For the new spring clover


Summer heat calms

For the windy fall

Year after year

It watches them all


Glued to the ground

Stuck in one place

It cannot even

Turn its own face


But maybe the tree

Looks at landscape changing

A forest of friends

Turns to vast fields ranging


The vacant earth

Is now dotted with barns

Silos stretch up from

A busy cattle farm


As the decades press on

It watches a mother

Nurture her children,

A sister and brother


The kids grow up

As does every child

The tree watches grandchildren

Running wild


The farm slowly turns

To a suburban street

There are lots of new people

And pets to meet


And now the tree looks on

From my backyard

I guess getting bored

Would be really hard


Even though the seasons

Remain as just four

Each year my tree

Has new things to adore

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