By standing for centuries, it sees and conceives more than you could

It will catalogue your history; your memories

But it may moult its leaves

Or in anticipation, its buds may bloom

It truly hangs on the housing of this place

It truly depends on what it has seen

But here, just now, today – what has it seen?

Are we able to reach a branch across to its wisdom? Wisdom that we could

never imagine. It has prudently watched this place

And it has inquisitively logged the memories

of when life was carried into the home; its leaves peeped and bloom-

ed, watching over until everyone eventually leaves

In winter, at the coldest, it sits alone when everyone leaves

Shed, naked, and exposed – due to what it has seen

What will it take for it to once again bloom?

It has tried all that it could

But the water is frozen like an ice lake of memories

To fix it, someone has to come back to this place

Through a slither of green, another family was place-

d. Again, it started growing back its leaves

Just like the increasing need for ever lasting memories,

it needs them to breathe; then it will tell us what it has seen

For it has seen more than we ever could

And soon, the March of time will see another rise and bloom

But winter came back far too soon; it didn’t have time to once again bloom

Crossing through the river of time, everybody has fled this place

And it sits by itself; desolate. Not even a sole animal could

find their way here. Rain seeps into its withering leaves

Everything remains untouched at the murder scene

And there is nothing around to rekindle the memories

It needs a spark; something to ignite; it needs more memories

It once looked breathtaking when it was in full bloom

Not so long ago, when it could be seen

When it wasn’t neglected in its own home; its own place

But soon, it will find consistency. There will be somebody who never leaves

Somebody that won’t commit the worst betrayal that anyone could

But could this become true? Will the water warm up to the memories?

In strict time, will it get back its leaves? Will it bloom?

Will it once again be the most beautiful place you have ever seen?

Sarah Borland

Hi! I’m Sarah and i’m a first year ECW and JMC student.