Who will tell you that you were too young? <br />Singing such songs and having such fun. <br />Finding holes in brittle walls. <br />Who will come see you if you never call? <br />Under the tree that some call your home. <br />Many years have now come and gone. <br />An epitaph with leaves by your side. <br />Under the tree is where you now lye. <br />Who will change the seasonal ground? <br />Who will find whats never been found? <br />Across the sky all colored with dawn. <br />Who will say whats right or whats wrong? <br />Under the tree your body has been placed. <br />A wisp of air across a lonely face. <br />Having found that person you should be. <br />Now your place is under the tree.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-tree/
