O’ there they come, I thought I would never see them again, how I have wept, shed countless leafy tears, trembled, swayed, shook with fear, braced many storms as they struck and thought of my Parent Gardeners. Why did they leave me, the world is cruel so cruel. O’ my tortured trunk, limbless, disabled, dried,how will they feel. They are sad at their friends sudden passing away. They have come for condolence.He was the only neighbor who kept the lane clean, planted a flower bush outside his house and sometimes parked his car in my shade. I let him for I knew he loved all plants. I can never forget how he took a stand against his own father to save me when the lane was being laid tiled, everyone wanted the trees uprooted but he stood in my favor. The same green car which stood in my shade for so many years, I covered it with my flowers and onlookers said, ‘where is the groom?’ it looked so beautiful with purple flowers all over...
