When I was an orphan
you took me in,
your branches were
my only green.
The moon
was a tenant in them, too,
my only other friend.
Back here in the old
neighborhood a couple days,
I thought I'd visit,
but you're gone too
and left no forwarding address.
Today I live in the sky
with a human
playmate I've found.
The moon stops by our place sometimes,
beams at us through the window
as we clatter our pots and pans.
I'll tell our old companion I was here,
and even if on her far-flung
travels she finds no trace of you,
your green still soothes me
and I can hear your leaf-lattice
murmuring in my heart.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-tree-outside-my-window-at-the-old-rooming/
