The growing tree

the growing tree keep on growing i wonder if it going away someday , the growing tree is my hope it been with me seen a little kid. it grow when i grow you could see those nice flowers in it. Until the war had being in ,everything we had wash away like a broken heart that needs love. My hope tree had gone in those sadness tears dropping in my eyes when the tree had gone my hope washed away and never come back my family tell me to be strong and forget about my hope tree but how could i forget it? it was everything to me my father had go away since i was a child and the tree was father hope and now it gone so i dont have no more hope left .the growing tree i wonder where you are,can you see me? don't you hear me calling you i wonder where my hope is,but i knew that words where just words.