My Tree

I came outside,
As the sun starts to emerge.
The cold wind touches my skin,
As I breathe in the cold air.

Birds chirping, wind howling,
Sun rising, trees swaying along the windy morning.
I saw a small tree that was lonely.

I went up to the small tree
And sat next to it.
I watched as the sun rose
In my eyes.

The cold windy air caught my breath
As the sun hit my eyes.
Then I realised, this is now,
My tree.