the tree

a sprout emerges from the ground a sprout becomes a sapling the sapling smiles grandly at the sun who wishes it good morning the sapling becomes a small tree growing in an amazing way it smiles grandly at the sun who wishes it good day the small tree gets larger large enough to climb it smiles grandly at the sun who only says goodbye the tree is now grown an oak of charming right it smiles grandly at the sun who wishes it goodnight and then the tree is old nearly a hundred years it smiles grandly at the sun who is no longer there and so the tree is sad the saddest a tree could be it smiles grandly at the ground and on the ground is me