The tree of old
Standing upright fighting the sun
The rain, wind and humans
Tall and big with branches all over
The rising tides only brush against it
The tree of old is grateful it stays
Giving shades to the humans and vehicles
No complaints it stands tall to stay
Across the road
The young upstart says
“You should go
You have your time!”
The tree of old
It shakes its branches
“I am here for decades
Everyone recognizes me”
“Young upstart
You stand beside the road
You see the tractor
It is clearing all away”
“No it isn't me”
The tractor knocks it off
Uprooted it and its demise
The young upstart can't believe it!
The tree of old
It has its history
It will stay safe
In the years ahead
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