You reached your hundredth birthday
At our time of innocence
Among all the places where we could play
You were quite our preference

We were running everywhere
Hurtling across your long way
On kick scooters, playing tag or soccer
Buck buck hopscotch or keep away

We could always count on your bole
While we were playing hide and seek
Even when expecting a deep rainfall
We had no fear of getting sick

Then we reached university
Right out in adolescence
To gather together before parties
You still were our reference

Before each sunday excursion
We broke into this refrain
The meeting leaves a lasting impression
Cause we meat our buds again

We could always count on your bole
To write a few other pages
Full up with jokes and laughs out of control
To leave as an heritage

Even now closing my eyelids
When I call on my remembrance
I can see how much you were welcoming
You deserve our deference

With you I come to draw my strength
My roots and my history
You welcome me with your branchs wide open
Like you’re rocking my memory

You can always count on my soul
To preserve these moments
Cause you forever have engraved a bole
Deep on my child’s heart.

Inspired by the art-deblock december-challenge of Pépipin, a french streamer on Twitch (https://www.twitch.tv/pepipin).

Difficulty : *****

Tested, logical.
Don't require any specific method, but you'll need to be focused.
Good blackenage.