In the spring after winter was worn
A baby tree was happily worn
With leaves sprinkled with morning dew
It would live a long life that I knew
In the summer, its leaves were green
Its hungry roots were sometimes mean
They dug up sidewalks and many roads
They wanted water that came in loads
A while later its flower bloomed
But then I realized time had zoomed
Because fall had already come
And its leaves were reduced to some
Its falling leaves made it branches look sad
They shriveled up and looked very mad
Then the first sign of snow began to fall
And its trunk was soon hit by a big snowball
But despite the harsh winter, the trunk held up strong
It survived many winters, which were very long
But then came some men, needing warmth in their house
Cut down that baby tree, as if it was a mouse
I pleaded and struggled to prevent them from so,
But no matter what I did, the answer was no
And now all that’s left of that baby tree
Is a stump with rings of a great eighty-three
Although its life is gone worn and beat
Everyone can still enjoy it as a nice little seat
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