this is what i came up with....i compared it more with love and friendship then the actually growth but i wrote about the tree and child growing up together so here i go.........


The Child planted outside her window
it started to rise it started to grow
the roots filled with that little girls love
she created life with the touch of her glove
it began to sprout outside of the ground
it wasnt the creation that made her proud
it was a new friend that she had found
at night she would climb down it's arms of strength
and watch the stars with her eyes she brang
it sang music to her as she slept with the wind
when she saw a red apple that it sent
she bit the gift with a lustful crunch
how she loved her apple tree oh so much
she was now a woman and visited often
all of the memories she hasnt forgotten
they grew old and grew together
but she will love her first love
the tree is forever
at her funeral the tree began to die
she was buried right beside it that's where she lies..