Helen's Corner - Book I

My Tree

O little tree with limbs so bare
I feel so sad to see you there
You look so tall and lifeless old
When winter comes, you'll be so cold.

During the summer when its very warm
And to the lakes the people swarm
Beneath your boughs I calm lay
While to and fro you gently sway.

And now your children you have shed
While you yourself will go to bed,
Only to come back to us next spring
And to all of us, your breezes bring.

Cira 1941-1942