I had a tree
That had gorgeous
Multicolored leaves
It was a scraggly tree
A sad Liquid Amber
Barely hanging on
I should have cared for it
Now it's gone
It was in our forest
Amongst the canopy
I thought it wild
- That it didn't need me
Yet for years
It offered it's leaves
I suppose as a way
To get attention from me
The moral of this story
Is open your eyes
Take care of all things
And you'll grow wise