A reused life

Beautiful is an understatement 

Try elegant or sophisticated 

My branches are long and protecting

My leaves an array of different colours

I try to keep up my appearance

So that one day I will be put on display

Display for many people to see

Even when my time has passed

They will look at me with glee 

As I stand there tall and proud I hear a loud buzzing sound

And before I even know it I have fallen to the ground

My beautiful branches stripped bare

And my body used to make a piece of paper

But as I wish it had ended differently I realise that paper was used for me

Beautiful tints spread all over and my branches

Oh my branches painted so prettily

The people look at me with joy and pride

And I know that even though I’m gone

Someone noticed my previous beauty and remade me for

The pleasure of appreciative eyes.