Can it really be twelve months
since that little seed was sown
Looking back through the seasons
now I see how much it has grown

I feed and water it every day
when I can find the time
A year of watching it grow
recorded in riddle and rhyme

This year I have grown a small tree
with memories for its roots
Its branches reach out wide
always delighted to find new shoots

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

Grown from a seed during lockdown
now twelve months 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