I sit and watch
with my trunk standing tall
some try to climb me
but most of them fall

they curse and they mutter
but really, I am to blame
unlike city skyscrapers
I am wild and untamed

I watch as they carve
their hearts into my base
then come back and scratch it off
with tear stains on their face

why are they this way?
I would like to know more
why do they come back?
with hearts aching and sore?

I shed leaves in Autumn
am bare until Spring
but at least I can hear
the carollers sing

I have been here so long now
that I’ve almost lost track
although I am older
I would never go back

the things I have felt
and the miracles I have seen
the losses and heartbreaks
and everything in between