Standing beside me was a huge tree
With branches spanning a vast space,
Tender fresh leaves in wiggling spree,
Radiating liveliness to people who gaze.

Days, months and seasons had passed,
It's last leaves were withering unwillingly.
It stood then all bare with leaves none,
A breathing epitome of ephemeral life.

A home to many creatures once,
nobody spares it a second glance.
Mercilessly, from it's lively home,
It's roots have been coldly uprooted,
Shifted to some distant old-age home.