The tree wilts in mellow sadness.

An old neighborhood surrounds it.

Concrete’s sitting at its feet

As its leaves decrease, forsaking the fallow tree.

The crumbling houses then collapse

Leaving the tree alone at last.

Slowly, nature then comes back

And then the concrete cracks.

When once more the tree can grow 

Winter encroaches with its cold.

The leafless tree can bring no joy. 

Until the spring, it limply waits.

When spring arrives, the tree revives.

Though drooping still to the ground,

Alone, the tree’s no longer found.

Leaves of green dance around 

So cheerful, chipper, and carefree.

The tree delights in the spring.