The Tree I Would Be

I came to here in pieces, like a whisper on the wind.
I leave here now, like a picture without a frame.
Scattered to the stars, but always right here, from my place to yours.
Look up and I can see you, as I look up so you can see me.
We walked, we talked, saw places new to me.

So amazing the fire in your eyes, when you told me,
shared in me, the wealth of your memories.
Like watching you smile at the other end of the phone,
or hearing you laugh when I close my eyes to sleep.

Cherish forever that first time by your side,
Never forget the first time I saw you sleeping,
Always wanting to wake and see you there.

In the rain, in the snow, in the summer or spring time glow.
I would be your tree, a place to carve your name.