A Tree Poem by Pacific Hernandez

Although I grew up on a dry, infertile soil
I thank the gardeners by whose means I was sown
Shielded me from the heat, guarded against storms
And tended me until into a tree I've grown

Into a tree I've grown although not big and strong
The fruits I bore were sweet, pleasant to everyone
Did not leave a bad taste on other people's tongue
The leaves I wore were scant but provided a shade
To those who were weary and those who seeked relief
In my own little way, comfort to them I gave

Now I'm old and sapless, the leaves I had were gone
My branches and twigs dry, stretched towards the sun
Begging that I once more be given strength and life
So I will be again of whatever worth I might