[based on a concept by Shlomo HaMelech who says Fortunate/Happy is the man who carried a burden in his youth.]
Through the arched window I caught sight of you, sister tree,
Sitting catty-corner to a huge plasma TV
Shading the intricacies of a plush Persian rug
You stood tall in your planter, feeling sheltered and smug
And while you basked in warmth and I shivered from cold
It is hardships I’ve lived through which ensured I don’t fold.
Alas for pampering and for luxurious lives led
For it robs one of skills to survive challenges ahead.
Yes, I have suffered much sorrow on cold gritty streets
learning grace to bow under heavy winter sleets
I’ve had to conquer a gate, engulfing it with tough bark
Propagated a future by seeding Central Park
Whilst you, one day, had your owner jet off on vacation
Leaving a housekeeper to tend to your domestication
Who somehow, someway, slipped her mind, didn’t water you
Oops, your growth is now stunted, your life unable to continue
Next thing you know, you were placed out here next to me
Unable to survive and thrive out here, poor cosseted tree.