ode to you, tree

I've seen you bare 3 seasons, a trio of winters. I have seen you bloom again in that skylight window at the Einstein Brother's Bagels. Full, and at once proud and humble concerning your fullness. Your crown of sky, blue, grey, or mottled white, never fails you, serving as a stage for your eminence.
I have written poems to you, several through the years, you crept toward the upper pane of the window that frames you. From a world of phantom imagination and shapeless form comes the song that gives rise to your being.