How long have you been standing outside my window?
Do you ever look inside my room? Have you ever wondered who I am or what I'm like? Do you ever speak to me?
I have pondered on your beauty, your swaying beauty. How you danced to the music of the winds. Sometimes you stood motionlessly still. A slight breeze touched your leaves, making them dance with quiet laughter.
I have pondered on your quiet beauty, touched by no breeze. I have seen you dance with gentle breezes and cringe and shudder with violent storms.
I have watched you grow, shed your leaves in fall, have seen soft snow clothe your barren branches.
I have seen winter warm your barren branches with a coat of soft snow. As I stand under you the shade makes me laugh with delight, when I look at you from my window I see you all, the stiff and strong branches holding all of you together. I see your leaves dancing in the wind. I see your bare limbs, hurt by storms and weather.