Remember the birch tree
Sitting outside my window?
I use to call it a white tiger tree
And you called it my Sakura tree
It was white with streaks of black and brown
The leaves grew green in the summer
But bared itself during the nights of winter
Remember when we wrote letters to each other?
How the birch would always hold strong?
Although we’ve barred ourselves from each other
Someday we’ll grow our leaves again
That birch tree behind my yard
Still stands there, tall and strong.
Dedicated to Jonathan Young