The Mutual Friendship

Every morning I looks my beloved tree A grand old tree with hundreds of small branches Strengthened with strong roots inside to earth As if earth saying, see you are safe and stay along The tree welcomed all but we could not talk It can grasp the feeling of a living being The man that I gives special attention Often a flower in my hand walks to the tree And place it nearby and tells the tree See before my birth you stood here After I depart you should be there, to mourn Saying there was a man here he loved me All through his life and looked me every morning