What Never Leaves

I am a tree...

Oh, nothing special am I, but my trunks do sore though...

As I wait for the people to gather, growing as I wait...

Arriving, as they always do...

Over my trunks the go with their necklaces...

I always choke as the show begins....

For my trunks carry much weight...

But they have never forgotten...

For I am a Hanging tree...