When I was an orphan <br />you took me in, <br />your branches were <br />my only green. <br /> <br />The moon <br />was a tenant in them, too, <br />my only other friend. <br /> <br /> <br />Back here in the old <br />neighborhood a couple days, <br />I thought I'd visit, <br /> <br />but you're gone too <br />and left no forwarding address. <br /> <br />Today I live in the sky <br />with a human <br />playmate I've found. <br /> <br /> <br />The moon stops by our place sometimes, <br />beams at us through the window <br />as we clatter our pots and pans. <br /> <br />I'll tell our old companion I was here, <br />and even if on her far-flung <br />travels she finds no trace of you, <br /> <br />your green still soothes me <br />and I can hear your leaf-lattice <br />murmuring in my heart.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-tree-outside-my-window-at-the-old-rooming/
