The Cherry Tree a little story worth a read

Cherry how bedgraggled
Leaves all crisp and dry
Green and yellow
That so called prune
That kind of made you cry
I told him to be gentle
But butchers like him they
Dont have many feelings
Thats why you had to pay

No respect for your vintage
A primeval sort
Now you appear so shrivelled
And rickety and caught
Up in kind of time warp
Living on borrowed time
What is your impending future
Still to try and climb

With fitness and virility
Into the sky above
Will you regain your lustre
Really will you love
Your roots deep in the earth
The wind and the rain
And before all that the snow
How now will you make it
Will it be hard
Or will you go

One day i will look for you
And just a stump you will be
No more your lovely coloured leaves
Or your trunk of mystery
No more ripe white cherries
To give juice to those who
Sing their song and taste along
As wild birds often do

That will make me very sad
For your vulnerability
I indeed have added to
your frailty
Hopefully you will recover
Despite the Winter blast
And emerge again in Springtime
With your branches growing fast

Too many jobbing labourers
Frequent the towns and say
They are really arbourists
But they are butchers who you pay
A pittance too for harming
All those precious trees
Who stand in one place struggling
really just to please.