Beneath these branches

Little girl tiptoes round the tree
Once I was a girl, just like she
All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs
I wonder, what became of me?

A life well-lived, a love fulfilled
Time ticked away, my heart was stilled.
But watch, my love, and wait for me
to tiptoe round that self-same tree.

Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #30 photo prompt.
Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay