My Tree. Poem by Douglas McClarty

Could I ask, do you belong to me.
You have been here my sixty years
I love to see your changing beauty
You are growing old with me
I have watched your naked form
Shivering in a winter storm
Then slowly you put on that dress
Your favourite colours for Spring
You dance and sway while I watch
In the gentle balmy summer nights
To the songs played from your heart
As summer nights begin to fade
I love to watch you slowly change
Into your favourite warmer dresses
Day by day I watch as you change
I stand staring at your stunning beauty
Wearing that golden Autumn dress.
Could I ask, do you belong to me.