By Megan Probert
I watched you grow, just a seedling in the ground.
I remember how I watered you, each droplet a small memory that grew with the roots.
But suddenly you were fully grown and didn’t need me anymore, you flourished perfectly before my eyes across the summer months.
Then winter came, bringing cold despair to settle and I watched as the leaves tumbled to the ground.
Years on and decay has set in.
But deep in the earth, my memories,
a small piece of me will remain,
Of how you and I grew that tree, when you were but a seedling.
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