This bush was enormous;
much space, up it took.
She then saw so little
when outside, she'd look.

So, we worked together;
this bush we did trim.
We chopped and cut down
Oh! so many a limb.

This bush was so huge! Ten
feet tall, it did soar.
But we trimmed it down; and
it's height was now four.

But this bush had needles;
so prickly were they!
And sharp pain was felt when
I'd touch it, this day.
     

The needles on this bush
were sharp...felt a stab
whenever, so tightly
a branch, I would grab.

I clearly remember
the stabs I would get
when each branch and my hand
made contact and met.

But though it was prickly;
each grasp brought a sear;
we trimmed it together;
this bush, we did shear!

And, all day we trimmed it;
she clipped and I sawed.
We made it then shorter;
her view now, so broad.

This bush, it had just been
so huge, overgrown;
we trimmed it so more from
her window was shown.

And she was so pleased now;
This bush looked so good.
T'was trimmed Oh! so nicely;
looked fine, where it stood.

The view from her window
was now vast and wide;
And she could see more, now
when she looked outside.

A few days, then later
a card from her came.
The message inside it;
her thanks, did proclaim.

So, now when I notice
a bush...same as hers,
I really enjoy it;
such pleasure occurs!

So, bushes, I notice
when they're in my sight.
And if it's Colette's bush,
it brings such delight!

'cuz that bush reminds me
of that day...we two
worked all day together
so more, she could view.

I, one day decided,
to stroll by her yard
and see the real bush, which
to trim, we worked hard.

But as I then walked by
the home where lived, she;
...observed it's been cut down;
it's not there to see!

...was chopped down, by those who
now, that house, do own!
It's totally gone but
inside me, it's grown

Her bush now's been chopped down
so, can't at it, gaze.
The birdhouse (**) is there, though;
which up, we did raise. Her real bush is missing;
it, thus can not see.
But it's grown so nicely
in my memory.

And, now when I notice
a bush...same as hers,
I really enjoy it;
such pleasure occurs!

This same type of bush, now
sure catches my eye!
That day, then is brought back
when, touch it, do I.

So, seeing that same bush,
of hers, anywhere,
reminds me of that day
which we two did share.

This bush, for so long, to
observe, didn't try;
but now ev'ry one of them
catches my eye!

And now, on a pole, if
a birdhouse, I see,
...reminds me of hers and
when, raise it, did we.

For so long, reminders
of her stirred just stress.
Our time, it was over;
felt loss, emptiness!

Such sadness did find me,
when mem'ries occurred.
But now I enjoy it
whenever she's stirred.