THE GOLDEN TREE
ITS branches moved with such artistryOn this very beautiful and graceful treeAnd you saw white flowers in abundancy
From spring through to summer
Bees sought their pollen there
And birds and butterflies
Were also aware
Then one day the tree was no more
It had come under the teeth of a garde chain saw
I can still see the lovely canopy
And the vision of what was once, a thing of beauty.
Mrs B M Woolnoughh