You guide me around the branch

Which once danced

But now lies on the path

As you and I

Pass by.

 

It is now gone

But the tree lives on.

While you, my old friend,

Know not all things must end

And simply guide me

Round a branch

Once part of a tree.

 

We dance

And smile

For a little while

And then pass

As the summer grass

That turns to hay.

 

But you, my friend,

Are happy

In your ignorance of branch

And tree