The Tree

You stand there tall and proud

Covered with beautiful leaves

You have a brown body

That extends into many arms.

Many creatures call you their home

They cuddle up every night onto your branch

Flower bloom in spring

Bringing more creatures to you.

You grow from a little sapling

Into a tall figure

As time goes on

You get even bigger.

Then they come with their saws

Hammer and hit you

Until you fall to the ground

The creatures scatter away.

They take you away

Only a small part of you is left

But there is still hope

A new version of you grows.