The Tree.
Stripped of all branches.
It stands.
Exposed.
Alone.
Waiting for the final cut.
And Me.
Rug pulled.
I quaver.
Overwhelmed.
Sad.
Waiting for the final call.
Change hurts.
For the Tree & Me.
The Tree & Me
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Why did that tree have to go??
It was losing dead branches that were as big as small trees, and causing potential damage in our neighbor’s yard. 🙁
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Love, love, love your poem even though the tree looks sad and you are too. I had to chop down two shrubs that I planted (in the wrong place, oh well) in front of our door. They were about the size of a beach ball when I proudly planted them. They were supposed to grow slowly and not be big; however, they took over the entrance to our house and each got to be huge, about the size of an outhouse. I had to keep hacking away at them just to comfortably enter our house. Finally, I had to have someone take the chainsaw to them. Very sad!:((