Hey pear tree ! I planted you myself over twenty years ago . You were a gift from a friend . When you were five years old you began to fruit , we loved this time of the year so much ! Canning pears and making pear butter for biscuits . I have great memories with my two girls thanks to you ! You were getting taller each year , and eventually I was unable to reach your fruit . My girls have since left and I can see that you have a family of your own surrounding you ! After another twenty years it has occurred to me that we both face the path of time . Your children , not unlike my own , have grown tall , even taller than their parent , blocking the sun and causing you and I to wither and break . To be alone ,to feel insignificant at times . We are very much alike indeed !