In a field where grass does grow,
We sit and watch as the wind does blow,
And with the wind seeds do flow,
Upon the field so that trees may grow,
The trees shall grow much past our lives,
But the bark of these trees will remember our lives,
The days we spent watching them grow,
The time we etched our love into its tuff outer hull,
The time it's shade gave us room to lay,
Along with the years our kids did play about its arms,
And With this time we did sew,
At the end of our lives,
our love will live on as the tree continues to grow.
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