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.
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