You grew out of control
through no fault of your own
I thank you for the shade
you gave me all these years
your beauty and your grace
will be missed so there's tears
I hate to be the one
to have to cut you down
it really is no fun
to feel this rundown
I've thought a lot about it
there's just no way around it
I know I'll miss you when you're gone
for now in my own tears I'll drown
It may seem silly but it's not
you've touched a place in my heart
Author's Notes/Comments:
I have had a tree in my yard ever since I moved in close to thirty years ago now...it has grown out of control...probably waited longer than I should have to do this but I really love that tree and really will miss it when it's gone and really don't see anyway around doing this and so there are tears about it this morning so I thought I would write a poem about it...A tree job estimator is supposed to come out this afternoon so anticipating that putting this all into motion is making me very sad...and so Tears for a Tree poem was born...
