Beneath The Tree Poem by Bill Simmons

Beneath the tree where flowers grow
Where winters come and winters go
Comes the falling snow,
And for what was yesterday
And what is still yet today
Is the place that memories they go

Like a star that lights the night
Or a bird within it's flight
Then it is gone,
But the memories go on
And so
Do my own

Trying to find self strength in life
And the many questions why
The tears we cry,
But life goes by
Still,
We remember the cry

Beneath this tree where the snow it falls
The ground is white it covers all
And as I dry my own eyes,
From the tears that fall of the one
I realize for what is done
I realize, love it has cried

May the Spring of the morning dew
When flowers come
And again they bloom
May memories bring to you,
Where memories they go,
The once love of the two.