This year, like every year, the city parks and gardens crew came out to prune the sidewalk trees. I understand it’s supposed to be good for the trees’ health, but it seems aggressive to me and I always feel the urge to salute the trees and thank them for the service they have given.
It's Winter now; They're coming soon. I've not been feeling well. Last year they cut off most my limbs. Look closely, you can tell They haven't healed.
A younger tree will take my place. I wish her life and health. And may her arms hold many nests. That's how I counted wealth.
May sun and rain be kind to her, and splendid be her shade. And when the pruners come for her, may she not feel betrayed, but know it is a cycle. We bloom, and then we fade.