Those Old Trees

Those old trees

Have seen everything.

They watched as the wild roses

Were killed and revived,

And the new house was built,

The old one torn down.

They watched as we built forts

And captured flags.

They watched as we mourned the loss

Of first Him,

And then Her.

They watch as I make my way home

In the darkest parts of night,

And they watch as I sit on the porch

To stare at the stars.

Those old trees stargaze with me,

And I am grateful that I'm not alone

Without Her.