The Tree of Health

My friend, one hundred years you’ve stood With outstretched arms in Ashbury Wood; Expecting little, giving much, I wish that man would be as such. The home of squirrel, insect, bird, Ever watchful, all things heard, A sentient being just like me, (Though many here would not agree). Reliable through every season, You draw me here for many a reason. You welcome me when I am down And weary with the weight of town. Absorbing negativity, You radiate tranquillity To those who would accept your boon : Arrive depressed – leave with a tune. Like CO2, you take our pain, Convert it, so we breathe again With health and happiness to share, Now full of life and free from care.