Ode to a Grove
DEEP says hazardous trees must go
For tall trees land a powerful blow
Yet all trees in a grove rely
On their neighbors growing close by
Together against strong winds they strove
That is how they became a grove
Now take away part of its canopy and shield
Within its heart trees now yield
For roots never having the stress
Are now exposed to the winds’ duress
So DEEP you now see
Is in the business of creating hazardous trees
Both in their economic driven fantasy, and sadly in reality
United they will stand
Divided they all will fall