Tree

As I wait for death amid the calm. I see through the window all of you. No one can see me and the hearing is dying. Ring in the New Year and my limbs reach for the warm. Help me make one last stand. I love the rain and your food for thought. I wait patient , youthful and my sap stretched. I long for your cool breeze and like a dog I bark in warning. And as the axe falls I shudder and am diminished. That door slammed angrily and while I wait the rain washes me. No longer do I feel my age, I see your reflection and your sadness. And as I slowly die I am placed on the stretcher and I drink my last drop. But as I lay quivering. You bathe and place me at the door. I am no longer naked as you dress me. A light blinks on and the glitter and charm works. The clothing is your finest saved by generations and my balls are hung.