The Trees Are Not Very Happy Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The trees are not very happy
It's probably too cold for them
They should be wearing sweaters
They should probably be indoors drinking cocoa with friends

Old ladies put sleeves around their trees during winter months
That care is acknowledged in silence
Stodgy Sycamore of thanks is not necessary

The trees are not very happy
Their frowns are long and green and deeply felt
Weeping Willow is of the genus self-pity

She called the tree surgeon and the tree psychiatrist
And the laughing dog of chaos with his tongue flying out of his mouth
They agreed on their diagnosis of depressions
They offered no prescription other than to make puns on the expression "root of the problem"