Tears From a Tree

I am but a tree standing quite tall. With out any leaves, to shed in the fall. Standing firm, until winter comes. Then I hear someone say "Yes, I think that's the one!" Out comes the saw, and they begin to cut me down. For the sake of a season, I'm removed from the ground. Placed in a home and all frilled up. Filling my branches with shinny things, also a star on top. A couple of weeks later I begin to feel the pain. No longer getting nourishment from my roots, and my life begins to fade. I am a simple tree, that is used a couple weeks of the year.The sticky sap you see, is my abundance of tears. When I hear the saw I am filled with great fear. Hoping you will plant another tree like me, as you take my life. For it is truly the only thing, that I feel is right. Danny Boy: 10-18-13 :*(