Pruning

 

Does a tree hurt when you cut off its limb?

Or does it rejoice its unladen burden, just a whim?

Do the birds miss singing in their favorite perches?

Or do they enjoy free flight and clear view bug searches?

 

Do young children trying to climb,

Find their favorite branches missing?

What a crime.

 

I don't know; I just cut the tree.

And marvel how it continues to be.

        

Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull

4/26/98



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