The Tree That Never Was
Its leave fall on the garden that was never planted,
Its branches tickle the roof that was never painted.
It gives shade to the sandpit that was never christened,
Its roots encroach on the lawn that was never mowed.
It blocks the drains that were never laid.
It bears fruit that has never been tasted.
This tree that was never planted,
That inaudibly sighed,
As the people waited by the river that no longer flowed,
By a dying tree that no longer shaded,
Hoping for the rains that will never come, unaided,
Having passed them by for lands, that with trees have been upgraded,
Planted by people who were like minded,
In seeing the need for trees to be planted,
So, the rains can be taken for granted.
And Mankind not supplanted.
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