Our Tree

Is dying

Survey the bush as you walk forward
Pick out the tree that looks the most stressed,
Notice the leaves that have fallen to the ground
In which this large tree was once dressed.

See how the branches are torn and wilted
The weight bearing down too heavy to hold,
The heart of this tree looks worn and jilted
Were once it grew young and bold.

The life this tree in the past supported
Has shrivelled and given up the ghost,
Life is suddenly not worth living
Without the will and energy of its host.

The birds have flown the coop
Aware that the tree is prematurely dying,
The lizards and insects have shifted house
They don’t want to hear the tree groaning and sighing.

Now take your chainsaw in hand
And put this tree out of its misery
As it no longer has the will to strive,
Please ensure that the cut is quick and clean
It would be horrific for the tree to survive.