I am a giving tree,
Used to always stay still,
Drop red, crispy, apples for all around,
Let others climb and break my branches in the process,
But I never came to realize,
How much I’ve been drained.
Now a lovely bird told me,
My red apples are all gone,
My branches and leaves are missing,
Looking winter in the midst of summer,
That I’m looking quite drained,
But that I have to cave away,
And preserve myself.
On a cloudy day,
One was climbing,
Tugging my branch,
I did not take it anymore ,
So I severed the limb he was hanging on.
With soft rain soothing me afterwards.
I am still a giving tree,
Growing new leaves,
Still giving away apples, but now self-considerate too.