Sometimes, a poem can so so much more about a person than a picture. Wouldn't you agree Howard?
Simply a Tree
The tree stands and it waits,
Not knowing what will come next.
It is small, but will survive,
Reaching for the light.
It sees the others above it,
Years pass as they fall to earth,
But it is young and will survive,
Reaching for the light.
The men with the saws come,
Simply a tree, it does not know,
What will come ahead.
They take the tree, but still it grows.
It's still reaching towards the light.