Over the lake is
a large growing tree
that stands over me
like a symbol of change.
I remember this lake,
when it was a pond,
sky and water a bond,
glistens all that filled.
I checked each day,
and soon, this tree
that once was a seed
was tall as the sun.
And with its height
came the leaves,
many pinks and greens,
filling the sky.
A lake not alone,
no more by itself,
trees littered the shelf
to make a full scene.
The blossoms now twirl,
all ready to show,
already to grow,
to welcome the Spring.
