Tall and proud,

Stood alone,

Watching the lives of many,

Content with its own.

Sleeping in winter,

Waking in spring,

Growing taller,

Towering like a mighty king.

Caring for each limb,

Stretching out,

Seeing for miles,

No care or doubt.

So tall and so wide,

Growing too large,

A man complains,

More men take charge.

Bringing saws,

And daunting tools,

They hack and cut,

No care for rules.

The poor dying tree,

Falls to the ground,

No one to help,

It makes no sound.

Left to rot,

The tree dies alone,

Watching the world,

Feel glad that its gone.