We Have a Tree

We have a tree; it’s plain to see.

It stands aloof at the front.

It’s old, but healthy, just like me,

But its upkeep makes me grunt.

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Leaves and twigs come tumbling down

With only the slightest breeze.

It’s a basket case! But with a saving grace;

My innate love of trees.

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It has stood throughout the seasons

Giving shade and looking grand.

In truth, its stance is a work of art,

As it holds its steadfast stand.

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There must be a host of tiny creatures

Nestling in its bark and leaves;

Weathering all, from a blustering storm

To a gentle evening breeze.

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Hardly a day passes by

Without things that flutter and drop.

And the lawn gets dappled with all manner of stuff,

And it’s really not likely to stop.

So, while stooping and bending and gathering bits up,

My admiration still remains.

While tending this wonder of nature,

My true love for a tree never wanes.