Yesterday Yesteryear There was a house I lived in Filled with pillow forts And pillow fights And games of Twister in her living room. She had stains on her rug And popcorn under her couch cushions And happy memories in her dusty corners. Inside my bedroom Outside my window There was a tree I looked at Filled with fuchsia flowers in the spring And red-orange leaves in the fall And bluish icicles in the winter. She had nests on her limbs And sap in her trunk And a chirping neighborhood in her shadowy depths. I haven’t lived in that house in years. I haven’t looked at the tree in ages. But today, I drove by it. The siding is a different color Like my hair is a different color. The back room is expanded Like my backside is expanded. And my face is beginning to resemble the wrinkled tree trunk. But it’s there, Still - The tree. Standing still Still standing Next to the inside of my old bedroom. And Still Today The song of the birds can be heard outside the window.