Nov 2021
Dear Mr Tree,
What do you think of me?
Do you rate my life
Do you like my wife?
Dear Mr Tree,
What do you think of me?
When you put on blossom,
Do you think 'hello, handsome?'
Does your buxom bark
Contain some private mark?
When you drop your leaves,
Do you laugh at me?
As I stoop and scrape,
With bag and rake,
What difference do I make?
And when I'm old and mad,
Will you testify
You know the truth,
Or tell a lie?
Dear Mr Tree,
What do you think of me?
What do you think of me?
Do you rate my life
Do you like my wife?
Dear Mr Tree,
What do you think of me?
When you put on blossom,
Do you think 'hello, handsome?'
Does your buxom bark
Contain some private mark?
When you drop your leaves,
Do you laugh at me?
As I stoop and scrape,
With bag and rake,
What difference do I make?
And when I'm old and mad,
Will you testify
You know the truth,
Or tell a lie?
Dear Mr Tree,
What do you think of me?
Each year I spend lots of my free time underneath the Japanese pagoda tree in front of where we live sweeping its leaves. It's self-confidence sometimes jars with my self-doubt. Anyhow, today I went into reverie and was inspired to write this light-hearted reflection. I hope you enjoy it.
