A Memory.

The grass is more yellow than green; unattended.

There's a white house across the broken pavement sits unattended to.

A once white picket fence sits yellowing, standing out against the faded gray of the used sidewalk.

Leaves have fallen; the green fading into a reddish brown. They lay crumbled and broken due to the many pairs of shoes that have drifted over them.

But my tree stands tall. I've climbed this tree countless times and those worn branches still hold up to this day.