The fairytale tree

Every morning a fairytale tree appears from my dirty round kitchen window.
From my dirty round kitchen window every evening a fairytale tree appears.

I am not sure it exists when nobody is watching him.
When nobody is watching him I am not sure there is a fairytale tree on my dirty round kitchen windows.

Every morning, every evening, I am not sure he exists.

Thanks god, somewhere in Ireland, there is this fairytale tree that tells me in which season the world is.

No one else, in Ireland, use this kindness to me.
He (the tree) slowly dresses up and undresses himself just to tell me: ?Hei Nick, not just in my branches is springtime?.

Nick Damone