My Chestnut Tree

The Chestnut tree my favorite friend has grown yellow, yellow, yellow shedding leaves, one, two and three and four.. My hollow mind blanked its pitcher to go and go to hollow, hollow.. Tearing my tear breaking my nerves it tore its root and throwing as spam, it cut its branch and deleted green-show no, no, no, no, no! How can it go? My chestnut tree was there any fault didn't I love you or loved me more? It's good to forget if I'm not in mind, and better not to see from behind. I know you'll go but always feel your thin shadow, your cobweb-drill, tracking my soul and my ethereal mail, without me your heart must fail. My chestnut tree, we are glued soul if one goes then other will roll.