Tree so old

Tree so bold

Standing in the sunlight.

Little do you know

You’ll be cut down before night.

Rusty, deadly chainsaws

To come and rob your branches

Taking all your chances.

Leaves falling

Pitter patter

Glass shattering

Shatter shatter

Roots ripped out of the ground

Thrown and scattered all around.

The memories held

Blowing away 

Along with the stenching smoke.

And in the end 

This is all done so that someone isn’t broke.