The tree with
drooping head
stands outside
like sentinel on guard
What ails it?
In the day its
face lights up
In the night
shadows fall across
looks sad
head and spirits down
Happy happy
it is in the day
when everything
goes our way
At night somnolent
the tree shivers
when the wind quivers
giving me jitters.

In the morning I greet
it with smile
At night I say:
"Good bye!"