My Old Friend
By Sophia J
I walk on the oval and see your beautiful face,
Your lush green, bushy leaves shelter me as I eat,
Like a giant umbrella keeping me from the rain,
You are my old friend.
Your leaves hug me as they rest on my head... until
STRIP!!!
The devil chokes you,
That dreaded yellow tape tightly wrapped around your trunk,
The devil's leader approaches
With a weapon in hand.
He starts slicing your branches,
Your poor old leaves falling in every direction,
You keep on fighting... until
BANG!!!
Your beautiful face collapses to the ground,
You slump down on the trailer in pain,
And just like that you are gone,
My old friend has left.
I hear your young ferns cry in despair.
Your shining leaves are no longer here.