Let the leaves fall from once it came.
From the soil it grew and then to fame.
It was there from the beginning and so we show respect.
Like a perfect birth with no defect...
It's beauty, untamed and yet so clear,
Like an acrid storm, unable to steer.
From the Garden of Eden to ones in a yard,
It still protects and shields, like a solid shard.
It's home to many that need protection,
And loved by others that just wants a collection.
Who'd have thought a tree would stand time's prodigious test...
But we all know it's inner value, like a heart inside ones chest.
