Memory Of Shade Tree

Where the old tree used to be,
Is now a circle of brown,
And it's easy enough to see
There in the middle of the green,
The lawn now absent of shade,
Birds lost the sanctuary
The leaves and branches made...

Where the old tree stood
The grasses do not grow,
But the breeze flows freely,
And I wonder if they know,
The birds, who wing across,
Above where the tree used to be,
About its absence, about our loss...