Our old tree

The old tree stands so all alone
In the vacant lot that once was home
Symbolic of the past, a fleeting moment to some
Because what has been is a part of us forever
The house is gone that we once shared
With laughter and tears that showed we care
We all have gone other lines to seek
But the old tree stands so majestic and neat
It seems to know that we'll return to gaze at its branches
Past days to yearn, The river still flows and the birds sing
But no voices are heard as the old tree stands