That Sycamore tree

On a hot summer day as kids we played,
Our mouths roar with glee
Under that Sycamore tree

On a brisk fall day as teens we grow,
Feeling more than free
Under that Sycamore tree

On a cold winter day as adults we become,
With you I adore to be
Under that Sycamore tree

On a fresh spring day as love we made,
My life I swore to thee
Under that Sycamore tree

On a hot summer day as older we age,
I’m glad you’re with me
Under that Sycamore tree.

Copyright 2015 Othen Cummings