The tree in my front yard,full of leaves and branches wide.Reminds me of years past,when we played in its ample shade.Some say it is as old as timeAll I know is it is from before my time.It was always there for me a silent, sturdy friend in need.Now people want to cut it down,build a road to reach town.They say the tree stands in the way,Blocking changes coming our way.I wonder if a day would come,when a similar fate would befall me?When I would outlive my need for all Will they also cut me down? Or simply sending me somewhere far a dry leaf on the road of life.