Reflections of a giant Willow Tree
In my back yard a beautiful sight to see.
At the foot of the tree was a pine bench.
And all around it a white picket fence
On summer nights under her outstretched arms.
Two lovers would sit embraced in loving arms.
So we named her the Enchanting Willow Tree.
Many romances were kindled under that tree.
Unfortunately my willow tree is now history.
No longer standing tall and proud for all to see.
You see unlike yours she was destined to die.
Cut down by a disgruntled renter and that's no lie.
There is a moral in this poetry you see
If you are mad at the landlord
don't take it out on the tree