Decades ago, I had a little tree in my backyard
And waiting so long for it to grow was very hard.
I waited many years for that tree to grow so tall and complete
And I loved how it appeared in the summer concrete heat.
When I looked out of my window, all I saw were washes of solid green
Only a few others could even understand what that image could mean.
Much to my dismay, one day I heard a racket and that tree was cut down
And nothing was the same with the image of the green gone from my side of town.
© 2923 Marjorie J. Levine
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