Make It Seem Like Real Life

There was an ash tree
In my back yard once—
I think the new folks
Chose to cut it down.

I had a lime tree
And then a pine tree
In pots but they died—
Too dry or too drowned.

I’ve coaxed a few blooms,
Or soil and rain have,
That shrank, and turned black,
And wrote on the ground.

I watched a wren’s nest,
And all the eggs hatched,
And then they were gone.
No songs. Not a sound.