The tree in my garden.
The tree in my garden,
know everything about my live.
When I was a little one,
he sees me in his shade,
and I swing on his bough.
In my teenage time,
I told hem all my secrets,
and I cry and laugh under this tree.
Even under this tree I’m marriage.
My children and my grandchildren played under this tree.
They told hem secrets to.
The tree knows from every generation al the secrets.
He heard, he’s silent, and he weave.
Way demolish people so beautiful tree whit a beautiful story.