Oh Tree!

Oh, tree,

With your branches so free,

You look at me.

Your flowers are so beautiful,

And you so merciful,

There is nothing immutable.

Oh, your fruits,

The way it pursuits,

The hunger of the poor.

As the branches spread,

Some leaves shed,

While the others embed.

Oh, your breeze,

I feel like I will freeze,

But there is a lot of ease.

Your shade,

Which has remained for over a decade,

From the sun providing us aid.