I talked to a tree

Who told me she’d always be

“Lovely, strong, and beautiful 

Prosperous, carefree.”

But her words somehow fell short

As I looked and began to see

Weakened, broken limbs with

Bark peeling from Miss Tree

Yet, still, this gentle lady

Provided shade for me

We wept, shared days of glee

Me and my friend, Miss Glorious Tree.

She calmly reassured me,

“What will be will be.

Take comfort in the moment

This advice I give for free.

Though there will come a day

When I’m no longer a standing tree

I’ll still gladly hold your treasures

As a keepsake trunk for thee.

In the future, I foresee

Together, we’ll still be

Lovely, strong, and beautiful 

Prosperous, carefree.

These are my words to you, My Dear,

With much love, Miss Tree.”