The Sycamore Tree (revised 2016)

On a hot summer day, as kids we played,
Our mouths roared 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.

On a cool autumn day, as to rest we are laid,
True love they'll all see
Under that Sycamore tree...


Copyright 2015, 2016 Othen Cummings