Summer, winter , spring They gave their entry and exit. The girl still came , either wearing her school dress, Or her winter heavy coats, But she never broke the promise she wore. The tree too stood there, The seasons were its friends. After the girl would leave, It would tell its stories to them. Months ends, But their friendship didn't. There was this evening, When she painted the tree with her crayons. And just beside the tree, there she was sitting. Could this be breakable! I ask to myself. As I watch the two from far away.