The Tree

I find it very hard to see
Why I grew up to be a tree
I grow my leaves and then they fall
I don't know why they grow at all
I'm home to insects bugs and lice
They eat my bark, which isn't nice
I'm older than the oldest man
I spread my branches where I can
But seldom have I felt at ease
For I have caught Dutch Elm disease
Yet every year I have new buds
And love my life within the woods

by Phil Soar

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Comments (7)

What the tree feels about its existence very nicely written.
This one made me smile.
Great... 'love my life within the woods'
I spread my branches where I can...nice line. It brings comfort to those who need..
Wow, a personificaiton of a tree. Well done, Phil
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