Can it really be two years
since that little seed was sown
Looking back through the seasons
now I see how much it’s grown

I feed it every day
when I can find the time
Two years of watching it grow
recorded in riddle and rhyme

Now I have grown a small tree
with memories for its roots
It’s branches reach out wide
always cheered to find new shoots

It has large, shady green leaves
where I can hide out of sight
I hope one day it will bloom
cherry pink or apple white

Grown from a seed in lockdown
now two years have passed us by
Does it have the strength to live
or will it slowly fade and die

Who knows what the future holds
as they say, what will be, will be
How long can I keep it alive
my own little Poet Tree